The skies of my future
Begin to darken
Hope runs out
Like feels like a
Never ending maze
Or a sleepless night
Everyday turns into
A memory
Thoughts turns into a storm
By a storm of swords
I can't keep waking up
Drowning myself
I'm caught in this shell
When will life become clear skies
Love is like a delicate flower
Yearning to blossom in the spring
I can only hope
My dreams can become my wings
Loretta
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Emotions are a Funny, Complicated Thing.
PoetryLove is a difficult thing to grasp, sure everyone knows that. But what about feelings, emotions, the ironic stuff that goes into love. Pretty complicated if you ask me. •| a love story told in many love stories |• All rights reserved 2016 ©hayleyb...
