Slowly inhumanity fills my heart
It no longer gets fragile
Being pretentious a little while
When there's no more melody
In my chaotic world.
YOU ARE READING
BETWEEN THE STARS & YOU.
PoetryLove is love. "We accept the love we think we deserve" _perks of being a wall flower. p.s the life I regret from every nook and cranny.
Chaotic Melody
Slowly inhumanity fills my heart
It no longer gets fragile
Being pretentious a little while
When there's no more melody
In my chaotic world.
