My fingers are beginning to shake
Maybe if I stopped feeling all together
I could finally feel something
My life is muddy
Stained glass is more transparent
I feel like a sinner who can't repent
Because I keep making the same mistakes
I ruined my life
I will still breathe
I will still smile
I will still live.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoesíaThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
