For all the things i've said,
For all the things ive done,
Forgive all the boodshed
And what ive become.
In the darkness I lie
And in the fright i stand
As i release my sigh
Please give me your hand
Even if i lied
And my words are false
"Please forgive me" I cry
Your love is scarce
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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...
