I told my pain to sky
with tears it began to cry
I told my pain to stone
it broke softly, sympathy was shown
I told my pain to flower
it sacrificed its smell like shower
I told my pain to beast
sat in den, left its feast
I told my pain to fire
it became cold and shier
I told my pain to brother
grin with said" not my bother".
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
I told my pain to sky
with tears it began to cry
I told my pain to stone
it broke softly, sympathy was shown
I told my pain to flower
it sacrificed its smell like shower
I told my pain to beast
sat in den, left its feast
I told my pain to fire
it became cold and shier
I told my pain to brother
grin with said" not my bother".