There was a time,
when I would wake up with a smile.
Looking at ceiling,
with immense feeling of beauty and hope.
At that time I could hear my heartbeats,
pumping the innocence trough my veins,
and that lunatic mind of me
would make me feel invincible.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
There was a time,
when I would wake up with a smile.
Looking at ceiling,
with immense feeling of beauty and hope.
At that time I could hear my heartbeats,
pumping the innocence trough my veins,
and that lunatic mind of me
would make me feel invincible.
