I'm slowly, losing my flame.
No one is to be blamed.
Maybe everything is just temporary,
I'm silly for believing I am merry.
I am truly happy to those who keep looking for me,
I'm thankful that they're not giving up on me.
But when the storms pours it just causes flood,
It may just be my mood, but I'm all covered up in mud.
Sometimes waking up is a challenge,
For sometimes, I don't know how I'll manage.
Everyday is getting all blue,
Maybe I want something new.
When the time comes when I disappear,
I'm not going to expect that memories of me will appear.
I might be a different person then,
But I'm still hoping, fragments of me won't end.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A POETRY COLLECTION] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hannah Redspring [PUBLI...
