It's all fair
Lying under this mysterious night sky,
I tried to count the stars,
And though I know it's not possible,
I wanted to see how far the numbers tower.
Even as this cold wind blows,
I stopped feeling the quiver,
Because someday you'll find your one,
And that's what makes me shiver.
But after all of your ignorance,
Now I don't care,
Because even if it's love or war,
It's not always fair.
~Astrid Lyrax
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Wilted trees that flower: A poetry collection
PoetryJoin me on a poignant journey through the ebbs and flows of life, where love and heartache entwine. Explore the contrasts that shape us: •Love: a radiant flame that burns bright, even in the darkest moments. •Betrayal: a lingering scar that refuses...
