My mind is an ocean,
with no waves to surf,
no water to swim,
it is only a place to think of death.
My mind is a garden,
with no space to bloom,
though it has time to chase butterflies,
it is only a place to burry the truth.
My mind is a forest,
with no place to rest,
no enchanted story or a crazy tale,
it is only a place where other minds protest.
My mind is earth,
where countless people die,
it has no mornings and nights,
it is only a place to think of death.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
My mind is an ocean,
with no waves to surf,
no water to swim,
it is only a place to think of death.
My mind is a garden,
with no space to bloom,
though it has time to chase butterflies,
it is only a place to burry the truth.
My mind is a forest,
with no place to rest,
no enchanted story or a crazy tale,
it is only a place where other minds protest.
My mind is earth,
where countless people die,
it has no mornings and nights,
it is only a place to think of death.
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