What is being lucky though
Isn't hell what we go through
Face all walls without breaking
On our lives all we're taking
Walking on fire ,we fought our demons
Never did breathe as the freemen
Our breaths caught and locked ,for count
In limited air , many tasks to mount
But are shown as are In leisure
As our every smile is by mere pleasure
Aren't we laughing at our fates huh
But will you ever get this? Never, nah
So what's the gain in crying over
Just let me like a fly hover
YOU ARE READING
THE RHYMES IN ME
PoetryJust a few poems i want to save somewhere I GOT IT ON NUMBER 55 IN POETRY TAG🥺❤ You can read if you want But they are not more than okay so its upto you And I am not even a native nor am I fluent much But yeah I love English literature so..... An...
