Your Story, My Way

Poetry

Perfect We

Perfect We

No memories remind Blank so is my mind Thinking of when we became Together so insane We might have long list Of friends growing behind the mist We aren’t siblings But we are attached strings Arguments and disputes do exist…
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The Cold World

Look at the world Now filled with hearts so cold Birds should’ve been flying But there are bombs firing There is something different In the breathing lent Instead of the flowers Stinking are the lifeless towers Of dead and decaying…
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