White lilies and faded eyes
Enough colours to make me blind
Cold nights and warm suits
I should be pretty comfortable.
But nothing is like a night
When I start over thinking
When I put on my headphones
Just to crawl into myself
No sound, no assurance
That I can get out of my own head.
My expectations about my friends
Are huge.
And each time they get crushed,
They grow bigger again.
You must think me the fool
But having a heart this big
Means having a lot of love to give.
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Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
