zondag 16 februari 2014

Cold hands, warm heart


This poem is dedicated to
 the people who look in the mirror and
think I'm not good enough.
The people who guard themselves
with walls higher than the empire state builing.

The people who don't need water
to feel like they are drowning.

The people who are in love
but not loved in return.

The people who have feelings
that can't be forgotten.

The people who have thoughts more tangled
than the headphones in my pocket.

This poem is dedicated to

All the people who are human
but still strive for impossible perfection.

You are not alone

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