Wandering Poet Thirty-one thousand two hundred and fifty-six Jolin Thirty-one thousand two hundred and fifty-six MUSE

word:Peggy Hsu
you are a poet walking on a romantic morning.
you're not afraid the temperature of the cold outside is mild.
you smile and my eyes are red
you are a poet, counting out the window, the snow falls so much.
you are happy to enjoy the lonely moment
how naive you think everything is like this
fantasies will come true.
dream big you still can't see me
love deeper and you love yourself more
you don't understand that the wound really hurts.
I am not in any corner of your universe.
the world is big and you still don't move.
says more than you've never understood.
your humour is like breaking your hands like glass
I just put together a picture in your eyes
you are a poet, counting out the window, the snow falls so much.
you are happy to enjoy the lonely moment
how naive you think everything is like this
fantasies will come true.
dream big you still can't see me
love deeper and you love yourself more
you don't understand that the wound really hurts.
I am not in any corner of your universe.
the world is big and you still don't move.
says more than you've never understood.
your humour is like breaking your hands like glass
I just put together a picture in your eyes
if I'm stuck in the story
will you come to save me
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