I ruined the marks that you loved,
Destroyed a perfect piece of art,
A beautiful tragic disaster,
From a soul who's been ripped apart.
Stolen the wings of your favorite flower,
Today I cut them in a hurry,
I carried the warmth and the will,
Into the deep to leave them to bury.
Now the outside is shattered,
Just like this stone old mind,
They now can rot together,
Be forgotten and left behind.
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Written by the Wind
PoésieIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
