Struggling, but not yet dead
There's a way but can't be led
Oh how I wish old times could be renewed
No barricades, no feud
Everybody's in panic,all in shambles
I never thought the world would crumble
Even though broken they are promises
Though everything soon will vanish
How could you forget the day we met
Yes, way before fires were set
You've thrown away treasure
Thought, none of them worth your pleasure
Everything's flowing away
Gets deeper as time passes
Never drown as others did
No, not us, in this sinking ship.
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Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
