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I don't want your fake smiles under blank eyes,
And altering happy mementos of dullness,
I don't need your friendly gestures,
And inspiring advices.
Show me depression like I'm made for it,
Shower me with tears and bathe me with it,
Tell me all those darkest memories,
And I'll cry — howl with you.
Paint my skin with different shades of blues,
Drown me with endless sadness and sorrow,
Let us play with the rain during the greys,
Let us scream under darkness with it.
I don't want your fake smiles under blank eyes,
I want your melancholia sprinkled with salt,
Of faces sprinkled with pain and anguish,
Show me what it feels to be depressed.
Show me and I promise I'll show you in return,
What it's like to drown in endless sunshine,
To bloom with the flowers of spring,
And see the world with genuine happiness.
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"To feel one's emotions, you must travel and experience it..."
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A World of Poems
Poesie"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
