Loosen smartness..
Lost life.
Who are you?
These dark dots and white spots are confusing.
You can't feel the thrown pennies,
But i had to throw them.
There are moments in which
You have to chose
To lose.
Broken legs will never be the same..
Neither will safeness.
Bleed in silence because you are alone.
That's the only way to be alive.
YOU ARE READING
The bottomless
PoesíaChosen poems of lost people, unforgettable memories and some brilliant but miserable thoughts that kept me awake some nights.
