CUT MYSELF UPON REGRETFUL MEMORIES

thank you. i said i was tired. but someone said< 'tell us" what
it is like to be locked away for so long. i drew a picture
and made a song: trap. I had a wish that you could taste
my tears and understand. so, wait. your understanding and
feelings are not mine. I die.
bringing seasons for a few years
with snow flakes and angel's hair you sensed it
:: another accurate weather mood :: so you forget
my heart and priceless feelings. So, yeah, so yea,
weather advice. i wept many rains that froze
upon your eye lashes ; and shall forgive you ||
it's a deep debt you need to pay for Life.

:: 08.03.2020 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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