a new morning is dawning
soft sound of birds singing; their secrets are mine
my reflection tells stories of thousands of
whispers
whispers of silver
this kiss is a killer
i cried a ceaseless cry
until i cried me a river
a new morning is dawning
the soft sound of birds singing; their secrets are mine
alive by sunrise
but gone by half past nine
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kiss kiss, goodbye.
Poetry#1 PEAK IN THE METAPHORS CHART. i said kiss kiss, goodbye to the world i once lived in. i was a martyr for my dreams. i fell asleep to the beauty of my screams. poetry album seven. built on the feelings of mental health, dealing with coming into ad...
