Perfectly soft hands
Feeling sleek strands
Eyes closed
Fingers crossed
Soul wandering
Feelings escaping
Lost with no intentions
One way yet many options
Started all right
Been a great sight
Slowly, yes slowly
Everything's go flowy
Carried by waves
Deeper and deeper into the graves
Forgotten everything
Pain is the only feeling
Storm came in
Destructing every kin
Wanderer cannot go back
Out of tune, he's stuck.
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Out of Tune
PoetryWe have those moments when we've been stuck with someone; then realizing you're wrong for even letting them in in your life. And now, you're just not well and stuck.
