This world,
Where nightmares are sold,
Dreams put on hold.
Stories of death told,
poems of birth unheard.
This world,
Where despair flutters frantic,
Hope fights still,
Smiles hide secrets,
Tears leave a trail,
In this world.
I live.
Where nightmares are sold,
Dreams put on hold.
Stories of death told,
poems of birth unheard.
This world,
Where despair flutters frantic,
Hope fights still,
Smiles hide secrets,
Tears leave a trail,
In this world.
I live.
Its gonna look like spam if I keep saying your writings are beautiful...but I can't help it...
ReplyDeleteThis IS beautiful...
sad but beautiful...:')
i can differentiate your words and mine... but not the thoughts...
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