May 10
Beliefs bleed through eyes,
heels dragging,
unable turn around
or taste the disaster you've caused.
Face strains every nerve,
an attempt to disguise
guns you've fired
hoping to blind us.
Each step washed away
desperately tries to apologize
to the cobbles
stained ahead of time.
heels dragging,
unable turn around
or taste the disaster you've caused.
Face strains every nerve,
an attempt to disguise
guns you've fired
hoping to blind us.
Each step washed away
desperately tries to apologize
to the cobbles
stained ahead of time.
It's about trying to walk away without confronting the incident you've caused.
(This piece originally got published on ManicWorld Magazine)
(This piece originally got published on ManicWorld Magazine)
(20/F)
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