To the lost days of youth
To the happiest memories of my life
I whisper a sweet lie
Live, live to see tomorrow
Yet life shows you the bitterest truth
Die, die to not witness the world's horrors
I raise my hand, whisper a prayer and close my eyes
Like the flower that never withers, I too shall never give up
That, is the everyday prayer for tomorrow
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A Never Ending Dream
PoetryThe loving kiss of death The cold touch of darkness Where is the hope I'm searching for? Your sweet little kisses Your gentle touch Ah, there it is... [Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
