This cold of my city reminds me of an unreachable place,
that I’ve never been to.
Reminds me of my crystal queen: severe and cold,
That I haven’t met yet.
Nostalgia for things that haven´t come invades me, saddens me, and flow through my eyes.
I miss a mirage, a long-forgotten dream.
I can feel nothing but white,
And the white
slowly starts
to fill
my
heart
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
This cold of my city reminds me of an unreachable place,
that I’ve never been to.
Reminds me of my crystal queen: severe and cold,
That I haven’t met yet.
Nostalgia for things that haven´t come invades me, saddens me, and flow through my eyes.
I miss a mirage, a long-forgotten dream.
I can feel nothing but white,
And the white
slowly starts
to fill
my
heart
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