Swaying in the chilled breeze
Unable to move an inch forward
Mind isolated in the agony
The body completely seized
Jet black boots stepping forward
With slick movements on ice
Mind wandering about what's to occur
Hoping in the end, that it could be nice
Heart hammering like thunder
Knowing pain can rule over happiness
Unable to forget about the agony,
Yet hoping it could have been buried under
Knowing the love is ever growing
Even with that past bitting back
It can end well or end far worse
Yet true, that love won't lack
A truth must be faced
To be fully open and true
But the time is number
For time now is down to a few
Will the past prevail,
Or will love?
Nonetheless, it was a try,
And a try is never a fail...
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Endless Thoughts
PoetryThe mind of a person has endless paths and curves and all of it is thoughts. Thoughts, even a person cannot fathom, let alone comprehend. No methods that even help to release these thoughts. Yet, words indirect and direct can be used to describe w...
