There exists death and tears,
but none of which i feel.
Broken hearts and bullet scarred souls
Again neither pain to call my own.
All i have are soft set skies
pale oranges and pinks
wrapping me into security
warmth as an external source
letting me know care.
On this side of the fence
I know of only smiles
and waves of rolling laughter.
i haven't experienced the pains of the world
i know not of hunger and fear,
i know not of control and submission.
About Me
- MatchbookXlies
- The blue was once sea, the green was once grass. Enough said.
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