I miss the times when we would sit and play
Laughing alone in the sequent fray
I loved those days
I loved those days
But now those days have past long and far.
Leaving only the mindful scar
Now after the years
You bring me the tears
You abuse me, physical and verbal
Where did you go on the fall?
Where did you go
I want to know
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A World Of My Own
PoetryWhen in a world full of colors, some disgusting, some beautiful, you only see black. Being equal, and equally significant in the spectrum or law but everything you do and everything you thing think creates prosperity to everything; beautiful or...
