Like what commoners say,
It's too good to be true.
Can I blame you for being wild?
I know I can't.
Everything depends on how we face,
Those cliché problems and dues.
Just think of the bright.
Are you sure that is the correct act?
I do not oppose.
I hope you don't, too.
Let's try to make things in order.
Like what it should be. Like before.
Will we continue being friends?
Or should we play strange?
The answer's up to you.
Tell me just when to end.
YOU ARE READING
Withered Amity
PoetryI'll be your sidekick When you're the hero. I'll be your shadow As you light and flick. Believe me, I'm your deus ex machina.
