Unluckybolte
Goodlike
- Messages
- 783
- Reaction score
- 955
- Points
- 93
With a Thousand wounds
Solely pretended happiness on my lips;
Dark in light colours,
Sweet in bitterness,
And the beauty in ugliness!
Hid my wounds in a thousand faces;
Secretly crying eyes,
Restrained existing the tear
And embraced hurting of falseness!
Though thy feet turned too much far;
Slow and constantly,
Covering space of an inch,
My feet travel, as long as thy destination:
And then in a crowded world;
My heart dies of
your remembrance!
Solely pretended happiness on my lips;
Dark in light colours,
Sweet in bitterness,
And the beauty in ugliness!
Hid my wounds in a thousand faces;
Secretly crying eyes,
Restrained existing the tear
And embraced hurting of falseness!
Though thy feet turned too much far;
Slow and constantly,
Covering space of an inch,
My feet travel, as long as thy destination:
And then in a crowded world;
My heart dies of
your remembrance!
