You thought this is over?
No, its far from it.
How can one get over,
when he's bound to it?Time flew fast,
season comes and go.
Everything's in the past,
you just don't know.People changes,
minds mature
But still the feeling ranges,
as it's covered by world's nomenclature.People changes,
But the heart won't be mature.
The feelings cover great ranges,
as part of its nomenclature.Time flew fast,
People comes and go.
They will be just in the past,
You just don't know.You thought this is over?
No, this will be long.
No one could ever get over,
Just by hearing some other song.
YOU ARE READING
Wordstellations...
PoesiaThe words of thoughts gathered and forms constellations that saves one troubled soul Highest rank: 125 in poetry xD