Don't know how it feels like to be hovered
Caught off in news and discover
Something that should've heard before
Right when I knew I was left behind over
Don't know how to interact
Since I never pulled out my cards
To recognize anyone on my sights
Just to hear them say "how long was that night?"
In a starry night, I glared
"What should I stand?", I raked
Each day passes, I watched it fade
And each night passes, it glimpsed away
Of all the sudden things happened to me
When you see it coming, it's gone quickly
But when you turn around, it gradually exists
Like a part of me dying from a blasphemy
I purposely gone off to surface
Just to escape problems I face
But dramas always haunt me over
That placed me where everyone left me hovered
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Reckless
PoetryReckless isn't just a bad thing, sometimes it defines something that you can't explain it to others. The more reckless you were, the more wiser you'll become someday. Reckless for me, it defines on how cruel you make some choices and regret it afte...
