He let his heart burn,
one last time.
for the soul trapped to be free.
thousand tears and infinite scars,
rolling down at hour three.
whiskey smokes,
and mind palace to wander,
trying to find what was never lost.
happiness inside the shell of darkness,
for each smile comes at a cost.
August 18, 2019 at 10:02 am
Love this
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August 18, 2019 at 10:06 am
Thank you 🙂
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August 23, 2019 at 9:15 am
Sad, yet lovely. Nice poem!
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August 23, 2019 at 12:59 pm
Thank you 🙂 appreciate it.
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