Love hides behing
Dusty chests
And cracked walls
By the dark corner,
Where squeevy feelings crawl
Dead,
yet living
In the night of day
Behind
the sun's rays
Like the moon
that cries glossy tears
Like the moon that can feel the warmth of her touch
But can't give it in return
Cold
Dead
Living
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
Love hides behing
Dusty chests
And cracked walls
By the dark corner,
Where squeevy feelings crawl
Dead,
yet living
In the night of day
Behind
the sun's rays
Like the moon
that cries glossy tears
Like the moon that can feel the warmth of her touch
But can't give it in return
Cold
Dead
Living
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