Why is it here?
When it's already gone
Why is it here?
When it's already done
This mystery
It makes me crazy.
This mystery
leaves me unsleepy
I'll try every single day.
to make a way
For that moment to forget
for that moment to disappear.
Who am I?
Do I recall me?
Do I still have to be?
It puzzled me around.
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PoetryWhen a good story is reduced to a melodies or memory It sounds good, but it pinches sometimes. We find out how to love and be loved. We both give and take. We give and take. This is based on how I felt at that time. Putting it down in writing makes...
