241 days
44 chances
What can be lost
What can be changed?
What should be us?
What must've lost?Only regrets
Only buried secrets
Only untold truths you've kept
Only memories to forgetOnly us
Only castles crumbled to dust
Onty happiness within our lost
Only unvalued smiles
Can paint the skies
Can create a tower
Magnificently highOnly us
Can make a disaster wondrous enough
Can create flashbacks brutal and though
Can damage a heart 'til it tore apart
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for the betterment of us
PoetryIt will always be for the betterment of us. Every poem is.