my soul is soft like a feather pillow
a memory foam mattress
where memories were made
of cigarettes left in ashtrays by the window
and the soft gentle breeze of spring
my soul is sharp like the eyes to your heart
it screams silently and rips me apart
the window pane cries rainy tears
i call it window pain
a house with no curtains
i'm blind to the glass
... i'll never be the same.
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kiss kiss, goodbye.
Puisi#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...
