There are days without this personal prison
colourful days filled with pride
and friends by your side
but after them falling back into the blurry vision
waiting for change
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 6:02 AM UTC
There are days without this personal prison
colourful days filled with pride
and friends by your side
but after them falling back into the blurry vision
waiting for change
Part 2 of my poem dedicated to my gf
Our journey and adventures until now
This stanza is about how pride parades (back in the days) used to make me feel
