Melody, Melody.
Beutiful symphonies.
This is a song for long ago memories.
Selling dreams like drugs to the lost and the broken.
This is how people learned to joke again.
Sing a song, sing a song !
Remember to sing one before you're gone..
Mark yourself in history as the man who broke destiny.
Robbed a bank and with stolen coins flipped it.
Made a wish.
Became a bandit.
The sky was starlit.
Commited a sin to never commit.
His heart was split.
Never to be fixed..
The moon was blinding.
Oh so brightening the hearts of many.
Frightening our minds in simple agony.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
