The blood shot eyes
Is scary at night
The tears streaming a river
Are you still alright?
A violet chew lips
Had enough sleepless
But no matter, what is this
You're beauty at its worst mess
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoesíaIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
