It'll be the last collection of phrases
Words stagnant in my mind
I'm letting go those firm promises
By writing it down
I'll sign the remarks
I'll move forward, imperatively
I want to rewrite it again
But that thing is precluded
Nevertheless my pen will continue
The boy who wrote this is now dead
YOU ARE READING
15
PoetryThis world is a gamble, I put my bet onto you. nevertheless I lost, it happens for a reason, the fate doesn't allow it I really appreciated your support! ps. I wrote this when I was 15 I am 17 when I publish it
