Like I know it's crazy,
Like I know I get scared,
My heart always fall before my brain sees the scare,
Though I know I get terrified of the stuff that I feel,
My eyes starts to water when I feel I can't breath,
I'm lost in myself, like I'm lost in your eyes,
Desperatly hoping, in the end, I'll survive,
Even if it wasn't supposed to be you and I,
Promise me, myself, you'll be alright.
Until then, we'll see.
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Dust of the untold
PoesíaYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
