I was once told of the one finger
tied closest to our heart
where red strings linger
two fates from worlds apart
I cannot see it and neither do you
you can dismiss it and tell me it's not true
old myths weren't always new
but count me out, I'm one of the few
who believes as history writes
that all is preordained
but now freedom gave us rights
to break the beautiful refrain
the way you see it, you make your path
I just know you're running away
scared of where yours lead you at
to face another dying day
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Fair Folk Elegy
PoetryHave you ever woken up one morning and felt like everytime you do, you die every single day? Did you ever love so much at the cost of losing track of yourself in the process? And did the heartbreak set you free but never left you unscathed, shatter...
