Death of Pain (Poem)
The pain will be over
Your eyes will forget about pain soon,
Clear skies are opening for you.
There is no need of ending it.
Dry your eyes, young mate.
It will be over real soon, trust me.
No, your story is not over yet.
The pain will be over
Your eyes will forget about pain soon,
Clear skies are opening for you.
There is no need of ending it.
Dry your eyes, young mate.
It will be over real soon, trust me.
No, your story is not over yet.
Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com
Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com