When we give food to the broken streets,
The cracks will be exposed,
And the heart will take more than just love.
Envy sleeps in gold mansions.
2 Lamborghini's on the side,
With a dead lobster in the belly.
It was given by grace,
But it was a present for attention.
But the king has no time for admission...
You treat a queen the same way,
And she'll see you as a copper plate.
You feed gold to the wrong men,
You give silver to the wrong kin's.
You pour too many tears on a napkin,
And leave scars on the lips.
Taste your own dead skin...
For when you choke on your own bones,
You'll finally reach out from within.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
