It was once of the good old days
It was once of the sad new days,
Did you see it coming?
Did you see it ending?
No, we we're both blinded by the raging emotion we both feel.
If only I can keep those days,
I would.
If only I can keep the time,
I would.
Simply, the answer is no.
That's why, it was called the past.
That's why,
Those we're the days.
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Silent Cry
PoetryWe all know how to cry and how to shed a tear. But sometimes, those silent cries we have are the real answer to our loneliness; those cries are our silent battles in facing this life called reality.
