i can feel the breeze as it tells me stories
the salt in the air chokes me into a thousand slumbers
it's not of what i love, but of why i love it
and my deepest troubles and how i rose above it
sweet solace saviour
my soft silent behaviour
you threw me into the waves
and pretended it was you who saved her
in the calm of my life
in the view of hindsight
it's not of what i love, but of why i love it
and my deepest troubles and how i rose above it
YOU ARE READING
kiss kiss, goodbye.
Poesía#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...
