River of melancholia
The lust for comfort murders the passions of the soul
By K. Lumei Published about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash
It drives me insane
this crazy place, full of uncertainties
If I were a map would you use GPS to find true love?
dare and selfish
torn from the roots
you really want to feel something.
to be, to cry, to die...
into my arms, right next to heaven
where times stops and love never dies
you and me, points on the map
souls connected
to eternity.
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K. Lumei
angel without wings
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