What am I suppose to do? When the universe has already set a plan.
What am I suppose to say? When the script has already been given.
I only play the role that I fit In,
Nothing more than that.
I cannot force myself neither can you.
You know my cruel fate,
A fate where I never met you.
As you lie on your bed
And swiftly drift off to your dreams,
I too will disappear
And become the fragments of your dreams....
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Willow's poetry and prose...
PoesíaHere's a collection of original poetries and prose for those people who love to see the world with a little different perspective and with a little a hint of pains and tragedies. So go grab your coffee mug, lay back and enjoy Willow's poems slowly a...
