When childhood comes back again
Through the window of your fast life train...
I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom...
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I'm off in thoughts, and 'absinthe minded...
Holding back mud puddles in her eyes,
She looks up for answers, reasons...
The world is a shallow place,
Full of desperate people...
How am I supposed to feel?
People and voices keep on telling me...
The walls have ears,
my dear...
Send me another email
I can't get enough of your prose...
When the tree fell,
the forest didn't cry out...
Shadows, twilight, darkness, gore,
moaning earth and howling winds...
The following is art.
The following is the hardest part...
Gaze upon the starry sky.
Find me a reason to pass you by...
Born into a world no one dares to see,
Asking gently: why does no one think like me...
Just close your eyes and listen
To this twisted lullaby...