We try to run and hide from the middle.
Telling our self that it is not lethal.
But the hardest thing is telling the truth little by little.
Arranging every piece from a tangled riddle.
I try to revive the obsolete,
But the obsolete never wants to live.
So, I hang from every almost,
Hoping that I am still your foremost.
Should I start the ending?
Or just leave it unfinished behind...
Pretend that we are just pretending,
And everything is going to be fine.
I know sometimes it is hard to fight back time.
And the hardest things are those who thrown twilight goodbyes.
But thank for every demanding pain, tries and cries.
Because the hardest things you have caused are those who shape me in perfect rhyme.
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Unfinish Plot
PoetryUnfinish Plot is a collection of poems that talks about past, sadness, love, and hope. It is written base on my everyday experiences - from what I see and what I feel in a certain situation. I hope that you can relate to every piece of this poem. ...
