Lives intertwine together, like a city full of light,
Our smiles are fabulists, we use to mask, our insides dark as night,
One by one they forget, memories like remnants of dust,
What use is owning the gold, when the gold is merely the rust?
And we look back, a lonely life, a lonely demise to be done,
We regret the hope we had within, but we will never learn,
And this feeling that still lingers, seeking happiness, though it won't last,
Because the joy we feel is no different from fire, lethal but unable to get past.
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
