It was the time to daze back into logic
It was hard to breath down the frolic air as I escalated up the cross range of truth
It hurts
Sooner or later I'd have to move on
To learn how to fly by the chaos we call love
It's hard to not love
It's human nature
We take a beating but we still stand up
It's as if we are invincible to it
Although we feel pain it just does not kill
If time can be reversed
I'd take the chance
But to alter such time may stop your future lover
A destiny we must find
It's a line through the maze of crosses
I accept my fate
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Crimson Omen
PoetryWhen love is inevitably strong. One may act as of nothing is present, though, in the inside it is excruciating sorrow.
