The dark clouds,
Don't make me proud.
People make me think I'm loud.
The love I lost,
Had a cost,
It's like I tossed.
So far away,
The $incist of my heart,
Didn't flow away.
But she came,
To my fame,
And in shame,
She took my breath away.
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$incist
PoetryDark stormy clouds Don't make me proud, It seems like I'm loud. Why not be myself, When people make me, The one you see That I'm me. Love I see, You and me, The best of friends, We have our on land, Don't you know, That I'm loco, For your solo.
