Days may have passed but my love will not perish.
My love may not be perishable but my mind is spotless as plain white wall.
My heart thawed love but filled with fear, a prisoner of my spotless mind.
Struggle more and you fell deeper... Deeper... Deeper...
Into your own madness...
Until you become a spotless mind... A soulless person... With a broken heart...
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The Lakes (Where All The Poetries Went To Die)
PoetryThe lakes are my domains... Where all the words are made... And most of them are unsaid thoughts... Ride a boat and explore... Listen to what my heart aches... This is my domain... The lakes.
