A quiet, silent man,
Who wanted to be a little more than the name Bran.
He tried and he tried but fell backwards as he quickly began.
The trek to happiness was all he could plan.
But after all he was just a guy named Bran.
A loud, obnoxious women.
Who wanted to be a lot less than the name Anne.
She wanted to be the women who can...
Who can sought ought her troubles to a deadman.
Happy and happy and happy they were,
After all I've seen it all before.
A disaster waiting to start.
A treachery that should never be taught.
They were blind.
They weren't going to make each other happy at all.
They would just end up brutally slaughtering each other and making each other fall.
In the end they will see.
After all, they're only as blind as they want to be.
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Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
