I could feel
Regret
Crawling out,
loathing
Dream we dreamt
"A nightmare", as it remains
Forever bliss
we promised
Forgetting
reality exists
Look, where we stand
Ripping apart yet
Holding
sinner's hands
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Petals That Prick
شِعرThe art of excruciating the life within to make else someone happy; That's what flowers master at, shine until they die. Ever wondered does that hurt, being vibrant and seemingly happy? Do not, it'll pain and those petals will prick (For better i...
Sinner's Hands
I could feel
Regret
Crawling out,
loathing
Dream we dreamt
"A nightmare", as it remains
Forever bliss
we promised
Forgetting
reality exists
Look, where we stand
Ripping apart yet
Holding
sinner's hands
