The world spins faster ; Suddenly it's winter
Desolation to the core, Joy is no more.
Figures in frame, Our time to blame.
They all slipped ; Like water spilled
There in the moment i knew
Warmth was one thing until it gets cold.
But here in the lies that had grew
Somehow my name did not hurt.
A voice like sirens ; A warning to leave
They leave like i never really exist.
They live on with unremarkable dreams.
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Other Than Forward
PoetryTo remember, To love and To always love. If people are able to choose their own path and have their own way of life, can't i just run another way other than forward?
