Very little
might be too much,
Whereas too much
is uncomfortable.
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Be it the roses on a garden
or my heart on your mind
Be it love in all forms
It will simply make you blind
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Or it may be the birds at the branches
And the trees in the sky
All the beauty of it
Yet you always fall to cry
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It is a never ending cycle
One we wish to break
But we're always too cowardly
And remain for safety's sake
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I'd wish to drink with you again
Relive the old times gone
See the light reflect off your eyes
And see the beauty of
Earth being Born.
YOU ARE READING
The Demons Inside
HorrorIt becomes hard to articulate even a sentence, when that particular choice of words will affect every single aspect of your life once they become part of it.
