Sitting here alone,
my soul like empty room
my mistakes like artists
looking them creating
weird paintings on the walls.....
Like black and white
movie from the past...
they play every single part.....
I am here alone and i see,
soul-an empty room
heart- that is looking
desperate to beat again....
Like cracks on the walls
all my mistakes are painting
one familiar face in black,
your face like a shadow
one more mistake in the dark.
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