I ask you what you know,
When I want you not to go,
While I'm begging to be hold,
You just keep going blow,
Cause to you there's tomorrow,
To make me stay and grow,
But I can't always be bold,
This time I'm not going to hope,
I'll just flew from the sorrow,
When I can be myself to be glow,
You'll realize I'm not your own.
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Poetry: Once a Little Word
PoetryLife is full of curiosity. When someone involved in something out there, I wonder how would they think. How will they react to it. Though nothing was serious. But I still wonder.
