fiercetigress

Living

We don't live for the beauty

But for the disasters

The thrill in our veins

As the end becomes nearer

The thrill and the rush 

Is why we are living

Not the safety and calmness

That I'm always hearing

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    The thrill in my veins comes for the love of music, words, nature, family and friends.

  • elsiewarrenswords

    nice one :-)



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