We'll never make a perfect team,
Let our souls flow down the hallow stream.
We used to rule such a powerful kingdom,
But I watched it all crumble and come undone.
We tried to make our edges fit,
but we bled out trying to force it.
We gave up hopeless and tired,
surrendering it all and swallowed the fire.
Close the book, put it on the shelf.
This story isn't gonna end well.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
