We are ruins, sweetie
We are ruined
We, we
We were something
and now it's nothing.
There was beauty
It was killing me
It was not the truth
Making me feel a shit.
Everyone saw the light
But our connection was falling
Everyone said, “It's beautiful!”
But they didn't know the minimum line.
Falling
‘Falling’ is a poetry written by Victor dos Anjos.
1–2 minutes