These hopes of ours are all but a lie
A silly fantasy, a stale goodbye
And through this fog we find ourselves lost
Stuck in a neverending trot
Our weary feet create a ditch in the ground
Like a desperate rabbit digs for its life
However we have no life to save
No cares for lies
We are simply digging our graves
With the help of the neverending rain
YOU ARE READING
~Original Poems~
PoetryUnprofessional original poems about anything I want to write about. Updated anytime I feel the obligation and inspiration to write. Usually once every month I'd say... Hope you very much enjoy, and I thank you endlessly. (!!None of the images shown...
