Infinity is a big word,
forever is a long time,
always is another promise,
I regret if I wasted all that.
Past is always so back,
present is what we live in,
future is what we crave for,
but I have a journey to go for.
In hopes I live,
for love to gain,
In colder days,
or darker noons.
Start it over,
once again.
For all the memories,
to come again.
Seven billion people
around the world.
One in a billion
is hard to find.
-Imperfect-
Blue
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Blue
PoesíaThis is a collection of the poems I've written well this is my fourth series and I just felt like posting this only. keep reading and voting. Blue - depressed, moody, unhappy. Thanks a bunch everyone.
