Am I ready or not
Just scared going knotts
I Want to talk
But I don't have mouth to croak
What am I going to do
Flee to the outer space and whoop
Or should I just spilled it out
Words on puke will sprout
Can't think straightly everyday
My mind is on milky way
My body is on Saturn
My eyes swell on tears that burn
I want to dissolve or drop
Like a bubble that will pop
Or should I just straight talk to you
So this chaos will stop
So that I will be on my consciousness
And my eyes will not be hopeless
And the scars will be painless
So that I can guess if this will be endless
One of my fave compose
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My Creation
De TodoMy Creation That helps me to let out all shit words inside my head, and make it to aesthetic piece of poem or spoken FOR ME. I made I create my own world So that i can breath and feel safe Warm and not suffocate I share my adventure to you Hope tha...
