"A poet never cries"
but their hearts always bleed
strange enough no one sees
the blood drip down our sleeves
we make time to be normal
because the poet never sleeps
but you know one when you meet
you can hear it as we speak
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
"A poet never cries"
but their hearts always bleed
strange enough no one sees
the blood drip down our sleeves
we make time to be normal
because the poet never sleeps
but you know one when you meet
you can hear it as we speak
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