I want to stay hundred and miles
away from the world
'cause I'm afraid to get hurt
and just want to cover my scars
sit in the car
turn on the radio
listen to the music
it's all sad songs
walking on the stranger, awful,
terrible street
feel the sky is falling
all the dried leaves fall from the tree
I'm those dried leaves
which is useless to the tree
waiting for thetime
to fall on the ground
and die.
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Blue Light
Poésiedear moon, have you ever felt blue? *** Blue Light is a collection of poetries that I've written. Most of the poetries are about sadness, sorrows and fears. Even if I can't paint the sadness, sorrows and fears with my brush but I turn them into wor...
