It's like a chain,
Believing it can never break.
But when rusts begins to gain,
It falls and separates.
Trying to pull it back together is no use,
It'll just be weathered by pain,
Nothing will ever bloom,
With love like chains...
The rain is falling,
The memories are calling,
The feelings we had,
Just recalling it is sad.
Nothing but a broken chain,
Left behind with it, a open wound,
Shattered against a suffocating rain,
Destined to live and lose.
Alas the ever growing chains,
There is possibly a chance...
❤To find a love that nobody could ever lose again❤
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Life
Поэзия"Life isn't always what it seems, it's what you feel is your own reality "
