You got me spinning faster than a cyclone.
Dancing, screaming, falling, all alone.
Your hands slowly drifting away from me,
Like those in dramatic movies.
Where time is being torn and turned,
And all promises and memories ends up burnt.
This is the peak of something damaged and hopeless.
It's time to give up, we've done our best.
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Drops of Poetry Vol. 2
PoetryThe SECOND Installment of the Chart topping Book "Drops of Poetry" It is a book of poems portraying the intense emotions translated into poetry. Join me in a new journey of heartbreak, joy, love, and more.
