On the road (21 December 2025)
Oh, my heart, did you know?
This love is like a freezing night,
it makes me tremble.
Oh, this love—
a blade at my throat.
Help me, I am bleeding.
This love is a crumbling statue,
piece by piece,
falling beneath my feet.
Oh, my heart, forgive me, please.
You thought this love would heal,
but it only cuts deeper.
You prayed for harmony,
received noise and falling bricks.
My poor heart, hoping for peace,
battles never let you sleep.
About the Creator
glowlikevega
actually me, under a disguise.
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