When I pick up my
Pen to ink down
Those words too heavy
For me to express
I feel a little cramps
On my hands
When I tell myself
It's alright when
I'm down like an
Upright piano
Just so I can see you
From a distance you
Then and there I knew
The world wasn't
The place for we
To talk about love and happiness
And roses in the garden
That never existed in our time
When I tried to write
About the beauty of life
It comes with a phobia
That's unending no matter
How we trade our souls for longitivity
That we know we are not gonna live
© 𝓛𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓸
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
When I pick up my
Pen to ink down
Those words too heavy
For me to express
I feel a little cramps
On my hands
When I tell myself
It's alright when
I'm down like an
Upright piano
Just so I can see you
From a distance you
Then and there I knew
The world wasn't
The place for we
To talk about love and happiness
And roses in the garden
That never existed in our time
When I tried to write
About the beauty of life
It comes with a phobia
That's unending no matter
How we trade our souls for longitivity
That we know we are not gonna live
© 𝓛𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓸
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