The eyes that once,
Showed spark and beauty.
Held nothing now,
But darkness and pity.
The smile that once glowed,
Now holds gloom,
And is full of sorrow.
Flowers bloom,
But flowers die.
Smiles are shown,
But lie.
You take a step,
Then let yourself fall,
Expecting someone to hold you.
But none.
You fell.
You're alone.
Lonely.
Singing?
Lonely.
Dancing?
Lonely?
Fall.
Nobody is there.
You're on you own.
But are you on your own?
How long would you hide?
Forever?
Yes.
We used to have it.
We used to have it.
But why are we on our own?
Why are we alone?
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Love, You?
Historia Cortathis is not a story they are feelings, all placed in lines. they are emotions, that has no motion. they are words, expressed silently. love, you? do you love, you? are, you? ☆☆ hello guys! leon here uwu this books revolves around random poems, scrip...
