Those wooden chairs
Falling to the floor turning into flakes
In this house that says I am a stranger
I know i changed
But nothing stays the same
Every now and then
It pushes me out again
Asking me to flee from the only home i knew
But I am just too attached to leave
No matter what i am going through
No matter how much my fugitive years were
It is not going to be on repeat no more
Kill me
But don't kill my feelings
Feeling empty
Is like being killed daily
And losing your sanity
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Lilac Poetry
PoesíaPoetry and poems are what intensifies our emotions through its words. When you are down poetry could pat your back and help you stand. Poetry is loyal to your emotions and honest about what you really feel, and this what makes you escape the world a...
