Hunted by my past
Constant silhouette behind my back
Keeps Creeping me out
Like I'm gonna tie my neck off
Past Is Gold
Gold as luxuries
Burdened in memories
In a treasury chest
There, in the woods
There's a crafted face I made
I imagined you there
On how you look like when I made it
You held me close
Through next doors
Shall you go?
Or shall I enter
You pulled me closer
Then I pushed you after
Why should we?
When I won't be!
You kept my past
And threw my past
Buried me alive
Deep beneath the ground
Your words toxic me
Your mouth kills me
Not necessary
I still have what it takes to resurrect
Forgive my words
If it's the worst
'Cause I have a bad attitude
That no one else has
Go away
I don't need you
Here beside
It's very irritating
Leave me alone
On a stargazed night
I don't wanna see your face
Here, in my pastime
Kill me once more
Here in this corner
So that your soul
Will REST IN PEACE!
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Reckless
PoetryReckless isn't just a bad thing, sometimes it defines something that you can't explain it to others. The more reckless you were, the more wiser you'll become someday. Reckless for me, it defines on how cruel you make some choices and regret it afte...
