My Solitude
Lost in Poetry, thoughts exploding in my head.
These thoughts mean nothing for in one day, all the words that have been cut into my skin, all the lines carved into my bones will fade to dust, dust to the wind
A➰
My Solitude
Lost in Poetry, thoughts exploding in my head.
These thoughts mean nothing for in one day, all the words that have been cut into my skin, all the lines carved into my bones will fade to dust, dust to the wind
A➰
Thoughts...exploding in my head 