If the kite of love
was cut down
From its steady rock base;
Freedom and pain
will always come
It is free to fly anywhere,
Around the world.
But lost and crying
everytime as it crashes.
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Drowning In my Thoughts (incomplete)
PoetryOur minds are like an ocean with massive thoughts and dark things that nobody will ever see but only by yourself. (will fix this soon) #4 in Proses 26.08.19 #5 in Proses 02.09.19 #13 in Proses 19.09.19
