Insane Poetry of Mine #2
My idea of Me Loneliness gave birth to Me, just to feel lost but somehow free. She have talked with God about my roads, just to keep always low my voice. I have been told how to feel – so many times, so I’ve cried alone so many nights. And I know He’s cried with also, Their good fates, I just want them to borrow, but only left for me the sorrow. Who am I may never be clear, let’s see it together my dear…




















