As the cold December wind blew
And the littlest warmth you left me with flew
When the coldness of the night, summoned a phantom brewing a storm inside
Then it swallowed my flicker of light, 'til a part of me slowly died
And yet the stubborn side of me, beats a rhythm of hope and unsung melody
Cause maybe it was true, when I thought there was me and you.
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A Penny of My Thoughts
PoetryI write what I fail to speak. Just a collection of my own poems and some random stuffs that come out of my mind. Some works are a glimpse of my reality while others are simply products of my imagination's creativity. Writing poems has been my own wa...
