Even with that voice
There wasnt much of a choice
That could be done to make change
To the desired change.
Heartbreak speaks louder than actions
Leave alone those visions
They are nothing but ambitions
Perhaps they require explanations.
Love sometimes is a story of pain
Filled with painless gain
That could left a stain
That could not be retain.
Sometimes they are mad
With that new cald
That ends up being bad
With a something like a bird
Sometimes you stare
On that stair
That might be bare
Only to be a heart spare..
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
