Delightful moods numb the emotions,
while swaying times prove to spite one's motions.
Along the rotted, putrid, path,
love faults,
stars unalign,
and eyes all glance to a certain call,
believe the truth,
and dismiss your lies,
because you never really know,
what the future resides.
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By: My well beloved friend- he's also beginning
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dead-Minded
PoetryPoems of the past, present, possible future. Who knows when your only life is hell? This is just a collection of stuff that pops into my head throughout the day so.. I hope you like it.....
