Just a poor boy,
With nowhere to go,
and nothing to show.
With dark hair,
and dark eyes,
that can never tell lies.
We found each other
In a jungle of lies,
Twisted like clouds in winter skies.
That day among the pages
You never seemed so true,
I never even knew I'd miss you.
We parted naïvely
And without elegance,
And worst of all,
without a second glance.
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Revelations
PoésieIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
