Tear drops fall from heaven,
those tears fall on my guitar.
Wishes travel the sky
following that shooting star.
I fell hard for you, and I bled
your name engraved as a scar.

I should have let those melodies
my pain forever extinguish,
I should have asked for another wish
I shouldn’t have cut open
the veins in my writs

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Photographer, web designer, artistist at heart. Creative by nature. Dreamer by default.

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