Some nights,when the air is warm and the city is asleepI feel like I can rule the world. As if the fire hydrant on the corner of my street Could be my throneAnd the stars above could be my crown. But then the mirror comes crashing downAnd I'm left with the dust of my own loveShards of my broken heartAnd remains of my throne. If I were given the chancePerhaps I could pick myself up, Heal the wounds and cuts made by shards of glass.
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Let the mask fall
Şiir~all we do is think about the feelings we hide~ another collection of poems and quotes.
