Let me grow up my fears,
Let me blow out in tears.
Don't comment, don't take my hand,
Just pretend,
Just fake that you're not judging,
You're not thinking, just being.
Don't tell me you know what it's like,
'Cause even I don't know.
And if you ask me what wrong there is,
I'll just cover my ears,
Shake my head, everything's fine,
Wipe my tears, nothing happened.
A.N: this one is not finished yet. I need to find inspiration to finish it. If any of you have any ideas, don't hesitate to put it in the comment section. I also don't have any ideas for the title, if you have, you know what to do ;).
I'm considering it as a shared project, as what's written above is still just the rough idea, I'm sharing it, so we can finish it, polish it together. Don't hesitate to propose any change, anything you'd do or add to it, in the comment section.
Thanks, it would be great if we could finish it together !
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A Swallow's Night Confessions
PoetryJust a collection of poems or thoughts, as you want. Read those words the way you want to, understand them the way you want to, and think of them what you want to. I don't share it for views, votes or likes, only to show some of you they are NOT alo...
