No.
Limitations.
Be gone as wind stays.
Ways to run
Still the hunt live like a illustration
I never wanted to draw
You touched me in torture
Here played like a card game
My heart turned into stone chips
You are now known to the world zone
As lovely as ever
A fake mask you have owned.
Like a saint's dream.
YOU ARE READING
Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
