I stand in defeat
Couldn't move my fingers, my feet
I'll take another sip
Of the coffee that blew its warm
Memories hanged in the farm
The distance so close
Music died, friends and foes
From third year to this year
The strings were now broken
We're fallen before it was golden
Caught in small dramas
High school, college and corporate dilemma
Wasted years of thirteen
Drew apart from what it seems
Different paths, half-full dreams
YOU ARE READING
every person is a comet
PoetryIn the cosmic expanse of time, I've journeyed to craft this ethereal collection, a constellation of words orbiting the nucleus of my life. Unlike my previous works, this poetic anthology ventures beyond the familiar galaxies, exploring realms of lov...
