“Ah..” – it goes as I breathe out in my head.The heart is thumping on and on, the bitter squeeze of darn heart.“…that’s the forgotten
Took off the hat,Entered the place,Found a new feat,Left with no trace Full is my mind,Empty my stomach,I crave for divineAs body crawls hummock The
Eh, the pang in the ears from heartbeat is tirelessly reoccurring. The feeling of head – like it’s numb and stuffed with wet cotton, Each
“Can you imagine what this heart is seeking for?” The grey in streaks, The purple bleaks And faint resounding made-up lore. Would you ignore?
“I’d be dying from embarrassment, if a handsome guy would do that…” The talk at the table wavered off that way and this sentence was
They make legends, stories About beauty and beast To explain their worries To make hopes and believes Such a story told by my grandma About