Drowning in an ocean
Made of unspoken words
Of ambiguous notions
And clips of phrases misheard
Blind to the truest feelings
The purest stories untold
A time of concealed bleeding
And frozen hearts of gold
Wakeful dreamless sleep
We’re lonely in the mass
Our friendship is cheap
Made of delicate glass
These tinted glasses must come off eventually.
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Author:
Jessie (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Those tinted glasses are rose colored no doubt.
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