11:13 pm 15/06/2022
Jun 16, 2022
A weird poem
Pastel-like splatters everywhere.
A bird singing a silent song.
A quiet scream was lost in the forest.
It is always the same old tune.
It is always the same old tune.
Running away from the pain.
Nothing to hide anymore.
She smiled at his crooked face.
His raspy voice rang in her ears.
No more gentle tears were to be shed.
It was time to fight for her precious life.
No more sugar coating to avoid hurting others.
It is always the same old tune.
It is always the same old tune.
Keep spinning in that colorful spiral.
You will find the exit real soon.
