why can't the world live without that reciprocal feeling?
why we search it everywhere?
the wild individualization made by the mistery of is birth,
sends in the eyes of those who can see it.
the world search for no answer, the human cries for no death.
the rotten darkness made by the bonds who were broken.
we are solders made of glass , you and i search for anwers,
we utter to the wind, but not even nature herself can answer.
And that siamese dream, that we all shared one day,
whas destroyed by thorns and by those who stoped beliving in a sudden change in this world.
- Title: Blow
- Artist: baby Rawrr_monster
this was one of my very first poems i made when i was 13 years old. -_-
its about love.
- Date: 06/19/2010
- Tags: blow
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