The world is cold, so is my heart
and so is the solution to my problem
You don't get it?
Talking about man who created a band
and connected thousand broken hearts
World promised to fix me but only ripped me apart
and then he sung a song, fixed me in a way
The way I'll last for long
Gave me a reason to live
More than that, a hope
Told me I'm not alone
and it's okay to be
"Who you are"
and i stopped hiding all my scars
You still don't have an idea who he is?
Listening to "A head full of dreams"
and his name's Chris
YOU ARE READING
Carpe Diem
PoetryO Me! O Life!...of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless...of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here-that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and...
