Never been clever.
Daisy are hazy like a dream heart to belove.
The best contest by betray.
Cloaked by a white lie in the sky to reply to even a cry.
The knight might be delighted for a bite.
For centuries the telephone has been ringing.
Before dawn is awoken we hear fire of the lair.
Meaningless sighs with a loud chuckle.
The youth of the proof was the truth.
The daisy smelled like warm summer breezes.
The beloved dream was a hazy hayfever.
The sick sick betrayal was in our heads.
The knight never came to life.
He was just an illusion.
The white lie turned into the black of the darkness.
The sky looked lonely and even sad.
Fire can burn in everyone.
When someone has that fire.
That spark.
Everyone, everybody can see it.
Even if you want to hide it.
You can't.
so let it out.
The days turned red and fiery all the time.
You can see smoke.
Coming out of the illusion who was called a knight.
It was just a fight he couldn't handle.
So he became a bird and fled away.
From the drama.
The fire in his home.
All he could do was say goodbye to the past home he was in.
And leave.
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The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.
