Let me trace the vague border,
Its a heart made of clouds,
Its gonna fade away,
As time flies away,
But before it goes,
Let me trace the line,
Pray for it to stay,
till I trace it around.
Hurry me up, hurry up.
Trace it around,
Now I wish I could freeze the time,
To just trace it around.
Disappointed,
I stare at then a heart,
Now a vague square,
My heart sinks,
Tears roll down.
And I cry,
As if this was the reason.
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I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
