This is how our situation ends
In confusion, anger and tears
I'm not surprised, complicated
Matters turn the tiniest spark
Of hope into a far away light
Beyond the sea, a fallen star's
Remain of dust upon the dark
Sky, speck of dust waltzing in
The night, too small for it to be
Remembered, perhaps in one's
Mind, nothing lasts forever, not
A crush, a fantasy, a dream, little
Hope, imagination is a cruel master
Where he rules, twists and turns take
Place, all is not as it may seem.
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PoetryAll Rights Reserved Copyright 2016 @smokeupthe-moon. I wish I knew what to say, Have a mind full of words Yet to be spoken, to be written, Colored in every shade of the rainbow, Cover emotions with how the human eye can see, This is...
