As I dream between my tears and smiles that smell of you
I hold myself..i do not forget the sorrow beneath my healing
The scars are riddles now, I say them easily but fail to read through their meaning, they feel like wounds still, sometimes..
The night tastes like my longing, for you. I am born only with daylight, because I can follow its rays.. but I fade with the night, I shudder with the emptiness of darkness, of a torn heart
Its cycles of my spirit, uncleanness and purification.. renewal and death..
I do not know which I do better.. healing or sorrow.. it seems my conviction comes in knowing you are both.
the power of the mic
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