We watch.
Then cry, to what others own.
Little do we know,
They're in flames too.
They're praying to be you
Admist your cries for them.
Truth be told. And it be bitter.
We're all in our own battles
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Poetry Within Dark Strokes
PoesiaThe strokes hidden in a paint, speak volumes. Each stroke is priceless Creates a complete piece of art. But, oh boy! do every shade has a story.. A story of its own. I want to read the depths within those strokes Know the meaning behind every damn s...
Bitter truth
We watch.
Then cry, to what others own.
Little do we know,
They're in flames too.
They're praying to be you
Admist your cries for them.
Truth be told. And it be bitter.
We're all in our own battles
