Her Bones
Born in the place of dead people
The lost city of broken bone.
People walk without souls,
Nor heart, nor brain, just breathing cocaine.
Their faces full of scars,
Tombs made of metal bars.
Dangerous, poisonous
Their words are toxics and rebellious.
Those people never been fair
They don't even care.
They point their guns above her eyes
They'll pull the trigger if she can't lie.
She run and run then hide,
She walk and walk until she's tired.
She found another city
For the first time, she's happy.
Her new city is full of walls,
Tears in her eyes starts to fall.
She run and run but she can't hide,
She walk and walk but she's too tired.
The lost city of broken bones,
Full of people who loves beautiful souls;
Hoping to finally see the light,
But darling, they're blind.
She's born in the city with broken bones,
She didn't know the world's full of lost souls,
She thought he found heaven
But her new city is also broken.
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Her Broken Letters
ŞiirThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
