Was I in pride
I don't think so
Maybe my heart
Didn't seem good to yours
Falling stairs
And broken bridges
Running horses
And distant screaches
Shrills all the best
Set in myself
The horizon's a false
No existance at all
Same as your truth
The one that you tell
A fake one, the made one
And divided games
You always have the win
And I'm the one
To loose in the end
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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...
