After all we've walked through
I think I'm giving up on you
.
Since this end, no more slays
Heart's crashed in so many ways
.
I'm afraid someday you would
Fight for the bad against the good
.
Tell 'em mates to step aside
Before hate takes its place
Hope you try not to hide
Stars are many in this space...
.
What guilt, what shame did me soul do?
What miserable life, i've been walking through?
what rust, what flame than turns me blue?
What love, what hate, born inside of you?!
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Hey guys, this is just a draft written from the original poem of mine, hope you like it :)
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