Tuesday, 28 July 2015

The Sorrow Poem

Hearts is not trophies
Even you best shots couldn't guarantee you
Even if you're at the peak of sincerity
The fog could be so thick they won't notice you

I guess I'm at a different planet,living
The gravity is too strong I constantly falling
The air is really thick I'm suffocating
The water here is salty as my tears enriching

This cotton candy inside my chest
Shall be turned into a diamond
As it is hard it will scratch anything that attempts to hurt me
As it is priceless only a few will deserve it

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