Here I stand alone in my room
Gone from the people I love
I've been walking around in dead silent
Feeling the cold breeze of the winter morning
Closing my eyes to hold my years from the past with me
Never letting go memories
Hoping to go back to take back what belong mine
But I can't cause I let go from what important
I open my eyes to see am a dead man walkin
To a path that well cause me to forget
But I was already gone long ago
I never can turn back as I left
To the snow fall were the heaven door await me
I walk into brace of a hand
Feeling like home again
But can't bear to see I'm of dust
I look back and said my words
Ashes from to head to toes
The only thing left is the wind blow
Good-byes
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Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
