May 24, 2015
May 12, 2015
Neverland?
The night sky is unceasingly busy
anger, pain, agony, regret
but also, joy, love, ecstasy, wonder
The stars, absolute comfort
My heart's camping up there,
a tsunami of anger and sadness,
Life is chewing all of me
I only wish, to float up, VANISH
The second brightest star to the left
No not Neverland,
It's a place,
no soul has ever been
My Everland, The Nirvana
-The Broken Poet
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