Poetry bring out something new from me
Tears are the only thing that suits me
Beyond those judgy eyes on me
I'll survive in the cold night of loneliness
They were full of gloat
I was sitting on my dark boat
That face was recognized
Who was out last night, I realized
Destiny was full of blues
Find some warm place to burrie
All those years this body was amiable
Now show your back and run , in hurry
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
Poetry bring out something new from me
Tears are the only thing that suits me
Beyond those judgy eyes on me
I'll survive in the cold night of loneliness
They were full of gloat
I was sitting on my dark boat
That face was recognized
Who was out last night, I realized
Destiny was full of blues
Find some warm place to burrie
All those years this body was amiable
Now show your back and run , in hurry
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