We are drowned in our thought
That we feel is fully grown
We make clouds blow
But we are misunderstood
For one thing known as a mistakes
Our memories fades away
We no longer trust the world
For we are like a pin
With no hook attached
Our heads knows no peace
Spotlessness is tagged
As our middle name
Our colors, mentality
Has been a serious issue
Make my color glow
Pleasure is the mastermind
why do we have yo focus
On what we aren't
People have no idea
What I've been through
All in the name of been spotless.
But I guess no one is spotless.
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Silent Echoes
PoetryWelcome To The World Of Poetry I'll take you to the world of no return where emotions are poured out regardless of how heavy it is to say out I'd rather let my heart speak than let it bleed from silence Get ready for life's give away of the ugly...
