Under the old crooked tree i plea
A diamond behind every smile i see.
A character not at all fade
A treasure i never trade.
Life works like weather.
Watch it change as i wither.
Debating over the unknown.
Springtime until there's only bone.
The age of youth ; A momentary of it.
There's only wrong and never right.
There's a fun that does not last a lifetime.
There's a life only the young can survive.
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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?
