segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2016

Poema 09

It feels like a time bomb
I own this bag of emotions
And though I carry on
They always ruin my devotion
I will never play the victim
Despite of how broken I am
But I will ever be conflicted
On how they've got inside my brain
I try to be colorful
Even on days when there's rain
I know I'm a time bomb
And I cheer when seconds fly away

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