He says he'll wait
But time contradicts his fate
He doesn't know it'll be too late
Fear overwhelms his unusual state
In the future he says
Yet there will be dismays
That will make you wish you never caved
There is no cloud that won't eventually let go
It's time for you to let go
The high must reach the low
For living in panic
Will cause you to remain static
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Lost Poems
PoetryLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
