there is something so sweet about life
wet its so full of bitter glasses of whiskey
running down the throats of mundane men
traveling through their veins
and giving birth to their true colours
their true existance
the violence that is shown throught their eyes
those beautiful coloured orbs
that keep so much hatred in the depth of them
there is something so funny about their perspective
they use these orbs to follow a woman's steps
they thing they can understand their intensions
but they can only scrach the surface
but what can you expect from a cinematic built human being?
they try to touch what they are not willing to understand
but that touch doesn't go beyond the predetermind boarders
so it can not be more than a boring little thing
in a path made from the heels of a succesful woman
that plays everyone like they are puppets in a show she built all by herself
YOU ARE READING
to the stars
Poetry[..] she stopped living her life cause she didn't feel like dying
