I walked into the situation
Unsure of what to do
I wasn't sure who to follow
But I was only bound to follow you.
You were something that wasn't like the past
But I never thought that history could repeat
And so I let you walk with me
But then you made an unforgivable feat.
But I still went on
Tears streaking my path
I couldn't process it
I couldn't add everything up and just do the simple math.
You were a strange map
And you wouldn't let me find you.
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Light Shadows
PoetryA book of ups and downs. An oxymoron, or a literal meaning. You decide. You may translate this book, but please give me credit and ask me first. You may also post this on your own blog without translating it, but please give me credit and ask me a...
