Nothing left to feel.
No reason left to pray.
I know it wasn't real.
But still my heart did sway.
Nothing left to think,
Nothing left to say.
We were both upon the brink.
We both surrendered the day.
Failing utterly to admit,
There was anything to hold, to touch,
To break us from the fray.
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Anthems
PoetryThis will be a collection of poetical works from the past; I wrote, forgot about, then found again. Sometimes pure chance causes us to stumble upon things from our personal histories, and when it does, and many of those things are still true, they b...
