My heart is a master piece
of campfires and lit cigarettes
In the dark, it radiates warmth and love.
Whilst
The world is a paradox
of ice cold water and winter snow
with each passing day
It extinguishs the fire inside of me.
It saddens me to say this but: my heart and this world don't fit each other.
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From The Attic (poetry)
Thơ caFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
