I feels like in funeral but nobody died,
I feel so sad my soul becomes dry,
Too much to say no word comes out,
Everyday I look at the grey clouds,
They shine and cry and cry and cry,
But I'm too sad to cry.
Everytime I text, you look hectic,
I'm in funeral I never like it.
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Poetry: Every Night All Night
PoetryThis poetry book is about life and love. I wrote it every night all night. Since I didn't publish any poem for a year in the internet, I hope you guys make time to read this poetry book. It's just a short poems, If you like to read lyrics might like...
