Change is the most permanent thing Once, there is love, now there is nothing At first, there are stares held long and willing But now there are spaces between everything In the beginning, there is peace Now, all is left with scars and displease As soon as everything left its place From happiness to strife then towards the end of days I held on yo feelings and strange But the only thing the world loves is change As I stare back into the mirror of regret My heart is shallow, my soul there is death
This is all but shallow thoughts and useless minds Prose ends and midnight lies The lyrical worth of my song is fading Value after value, my soul is fleeting All but exaggeration and meaningless scheme To show that love's happiness is all a dream Maybe the world is fine without you And it will continue with or without your view The mind is fine but the heart is in pain Could you see that love is an endless game? And that is why there are changes Because that's what we use to fill up empty pages
Moving forward like slugs on sea But this is a must, for we have to be free Bonded forever is like deep agony But letting go of emotions just have to be Set the pain free by letting your pen down To write your feelings and place them in a noun Give your blame to the one who knew more Don't settle on less because you will soar Cast your soul towards the cliff Let it sink far away and far too deep Find the key to unlock its cages Let your emotions pour and write on empty pages
But as I sat, there is that silence That fills up the space, makes up the sentence My pen loses ink but none is written My soul loses color yet none is forgiven The heart of the poor is nothing but sorrow Finding light is but a dream in a burrow Put my thoughts within a pile of papers But nothing comes to mind, like blank answers I see that no one can pour it out directly So I took my pen once and began it dearly But what if my heart is as stiff as ever? What would happen if the answer is never? And as my heart went up in ranges I realized I was there, staring at empty pages
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I have no idea I have written this poem. Really.
This is the first time I read that poem in such a very long time. I even forgot it existed. And yes, I don't know what it's about.
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