Thinking it was beautiful once
in the end it became broken
and tear apart.
It was happy back in the old times,
it became sad in the end of time.
It's memory lost because of death;
it's soul roaming around it's body
trying to remember deep, happy memories.
So it can love again.
So it can feel again.
So it can live again.
But it's melancholy feeling prevented it from doing so.
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Melancholia
PoésieA set of written poems coated with bittersweet words, feelings, love and opinion.
