I try to blend our colors.
I try to blend my rhythm to your prose.
I did all these ironic favors.
But for you it is just a remorse.
Is it bad to love you from the dust?
Is it wrong that I still want our past?
Is it a sullen act to hug all your inner dusk?
Is it my fault that I want you back?
I know that the code was already broken.
And those "always" are now often.
But can we be the same old friend again?
Even if our whites are now full of felony stain...
Can we?
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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. ...
