Everything seems to be slipping away,
Like water through my helpless fingers,
Like air through ripped feathers.
I scream in total silence,
I cry underneath the ocean
I hurt every inch of skin in a barbed wire forest
Where you led me
So everything I feel that you fake not to see
Seems nothing in the greatness that surrounds it
..."One day I'll fly away, and leave all this (fucked up world) to yesteday. Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends? "
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3 commentaires:
Mais qu'elle sorte de réveille mélancolique est-ce!
Si je peux me permettre de pervertire ton POème ma chérie...
Je dirais plutot:
Like water through my ''helpful'' fingers...
Peace!
& Love!
Je t'aime cocotte, fait attention à toi :)
Je comprends pas bien bien.. mais, tu devrais changer de reveil matin ;)
moi pas comprendre
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