In sadness your words spoke to me,
In the shade of dark-grey rainy clouds.
Silent, I flushed in the madness
Which mixed in my head full of doubts.
Only then did my dreams fall half-dead
When you asked me if they ever soared
skies of beauty. No, it was all clearly faked.
Well, at least it was them, in my stead...
Would you help me kill all of those dreams?
They'll never soar again, can't you see?
I don't want to forever more beam
If I'll again be bereaved of this bliss.
If my life is a game I'd opt out.
There's no need to bring about any pain.
I know we will one day die out.
So let's just be happy again?
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PoetryI'm a young poem writer and I wanted to create an online collection of my poems for everyone to see. I used to post often, but I'm busy these days. Unless?.. Please, if you like my poems leave a vote and write a comment! That is the best support yo...
