My heart lies scattered,
On the battlefield of my past
Torn apart,
By the ignorance of my youth

This mountain I hold
Pressing out the last blood
The night grows
As the light slowly fades

My hearts dreams dissolve
With every stab, the pain
My soul yearns to escape
But addiction governs

The blind hope of maybe
A promise for tomorrow
Because I am still breathing
I still want to feel

How butterflies flutter
How warm the sun shines
How softly the wind kisses
Rose petals on my skin

My heart lies divided
This mountain I carry
Still I march on
In search of loves grove

Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2018-01-08 at 13:39

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