a poet would die by their own words
as you would kill yourself in hopes to feel something within you , that isn't grief
but you'd find out that suffering is the reason you exist
that's why you're called a poet , my dear.
a poet would die by their own words
as you would kill yourself in hopes to feel something within you , that isn't grief
but you'd find out that suffering is the reason you exist
that's why you're called a poet , my dear.
Aujourd'hui à Londres.
La peur envahissait mon corps, celui qui m'avait kidnappé se trouvait maintenant face à moi.
Ses yeux noirs ne me lâchaient pas.
J'étais par terre sur ce sol froid comme si j'é...