I could feel the freeze
Around the road
And what a mess it make
When everyone is in there world
I look with pity at them
It's not their way
And nor their talks
But something keeps the pride
And I am mere a dollshow
In a hell of lies
The gates sometimes
Don't close too well
Cause that's where we're meant to go
But at the times
When we're meant to chase
The destinies of time
We're drift by the winds around
And alcoholic whines
The boxes are just all arranged
But some out of the vains
And all I can do
Is take a look
With pity at all of them
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
