That Was Old Me
You've been cold and busy again
picking fights in a while
the old me would have crossed the ocean
and chase the stars
and bring you the moon
The old me could have tried
But that was the old me
you've pushed me down
now, bye
cause with you I'm forever done
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sky with no stars (poetry)
PoetryThis is a free verse poetry. It has no strict meter or rhyme scheme, but its artistic expression is barely laid - liberating and therapeutic. (College Coursework <3)
