At this very moment
Tainted with black uneasy happiness
I beg,
To the time that has been collapsed.
My secret song,
I'm still holding onto you.
I'm struggling to erase,
The memories
That now cages me.
Yet,
I am still there, where I was,
Living a lie.
I better not cry
As it is for myself.
After all,
Deep inside everybody lies
So, it's better left alone.
Because it's My Secret Song...
-Stutee
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Wishing Upon A Star!
PoezjaWishing Upon a star is a collection of poems. Each of which tells a story. They may or may not be interrelated.The story that ends in the first poem may or may not continue in the second. All the lines make their way from an ordinary and common tee...
