Your gone
drifting into the horizon
Falling into the see
Your awkened by the pain
The guilt inside your head
You flee from the dout
Escape from your head
You know you can do it
But you don't understand
You don't belive in love
You just belive in pain
Your leaving them behind
Just because of fame
You drown in the water
It swollows you whole
You have to get away
They're taking away your soul
You need to turn back time
For it's your only hope
But I fear my friend
That this is a joke
You can not time travel
Nor travel in time
So you must go back there
And make everything fine
About the Creator
Tasmia
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Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti3 days ago in Fiction
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