The cure law of pain is a great as many
In the time of the gods shine Apollos chariot down on us.
It tells us the story of our lives, our dreams and everything in between. The ups and downs. Lefts and rights. But when the porch lights turn on you know it's time to leave.
Leave the world behind again.
Maybe I'll become a queen or even an king
Who knows I might just be your simple 16 year old once again. Never mind that wasn't easy as-well.
Nothing is easy
Nothing is important
Nothing is as nothing as it'll get for what you make it to be. You feel this obsession about this one thing, one person, you stay silent as a mouse about it.
Then you forget
Another interest peeks your thought and that's how life goes. You like even love something or someone a year later they found someone else. So you go back to past feelings and now you have something to look forward to on the daily. Seeing them everyday brings that simile to your face like that one person did to you that one year ago.
You try and try to forget those emotions ever happened to you, thinking that they are just a friend now you have to accept that and move on with your life and be happy with another feeling of the same.
That burn of passion is gone forever and now you're left with the burnt prices of emotion that you now see as fate.
That Law of Fate is rising and falling with every second passed by now accept that and move on. Enjoy your life and make that person happy and never look back to the flaws or regrets of another that is Fate.
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The Storms of our lives
PoesíaA series of poems and passages wrote late at night wishing over the stars.
