Got to find a better way,
Go outside on summer days,
What is love? Love is pain,
Love is butterflies and stomachaches,
Love is looking out a window pane,
Tears dripping down, you look like your in the rain,
For somebody you don’t even know,
Or somebody you may never see again,
Watch this paper unfold and you see the crease on the bends,
I am only alive once,
I will only die when God wants,
So fill the sky with diamonds,
That’s how the world will look when im gone,
Had a vision when I was a child,
that there was actually a God.
But it feels so wrong.
- Author: Brooklyn (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2024 19:13
- Category: Unclassified
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