As I think it through
The music is loud
It's drowning my thoughts
As if the wind were draging
What was meant to be
Taking along its path, my dreams
Tearing them down
To the point of no return
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Sweet Melancholy
ПоэзияShort poetry is all i can say .... Lost in paragraphs of an undying love. A long story that was bound to never happend .... But it still did. Here is where the words must end ... They no longer have a meaning and they betray reality and it's dimensi...
meant to be
As I think it through
The music is loud
It's drowning my thoughts
As if the wind were draging
What was meant to be
Taking along its path, my dreams
Tearing them down
To the point of no return
