i remember
the frost under my nails
the sun, waiting behind clouds of vapour
the promise it would be my saviour
i would flee from the cold
and chase after the sweet scent
of spring and solace
and find my soul soaring in the gardens
where the sun never sets
i went to bask in a worry-free state of mind
in utopia of the kind
i could promise a thousand summers
the ones that never age you
for the summer that awaits
is the last winter we'll escape
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kiss kiss, goodbye.
شِعر#1 PEAK IN THE METAPHORS CHART. i said kiss kiss, goodbye to the world i once lived in. i was a martyr for my dreams. i fell asleep to the beauty of my screams. poetry album seven. built on the feelings of mental health, dealing with coming into ad...
