Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Have you ever embrace the cold without complain
Do you feel it like a suffering or escape
Grow up, child as they said its winter again
Under the euphorian lights, I was wide awake
As i rushed again in my solitary void
I knew how to die without disappearance
With difference I gave, a silence
I loved sadness and I was sad
Never let my definition to be touched
By these foolish young hearts
They knew nothing but they are a judge
So I sleep now in the dark, so do not call.


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