You think the world is at your feet
until it crushes you under its sole
you think you're invincible
until you're hurt
you think you have a path
until you're lost
you think you love
until you lose your soul
My poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless. Plus
You think the world is at your feet
until it crushes you under its sole
you think you're invincible
until you're hurt
you think you have a path
until you're lost
you think you love
until you lose your soul