Don't wanna be alone,
Don't wanna die alone,
I need you beside me always,
But someday I know we'll both part ways.
You're magical, something mysterious.
Draws my heart a line that makes me curious.
Does it represents closure?
Your pencil was keen, and as the pencil collided on my skin, the pain was something very excruciating.
I found it, You're sleeping on the ground.
Your promises are hard to be found. In the cemetery lights I found hope, with the roses I bought, they Glow.
I saw you, buried on the land. Twas transparent, Saw your scars covering your hand.
And tonight I bought a shovel with me, I gotta open the coffin and see. If your beautiful body is still awake and could breathe. If you're just sleeping, it would be such a relief.
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Inside Thoughts
PoezjaThere are words we failed to utter, Expressions we failed to express. I wrote them with pleasure in a paper; the feelings were not repressed. When we bleed inside, We look for a place to hide. A friend to count on like a paper and a pen; these are...
