Too many "Forevers"
DAY-1
Weekly bored at tables I can see undisturbed facts. The fellows behind seats are mumbling about
Forever.
Sometimes they bring me in convos. Maybe leaving is insisting but loving is
Forever.
Nothin ēlse, my pages brings to the readers anymore.
Maybe writing is insisting but feeling is Forever.
I spent clear nights dreaming of someone, well the dreamcatchers say,
Maybe clouds are insisting but the sky is Forever.
A part of me deadly relying on acrophobia, well they say am coward, Cause heights might be insisting but flying is
A part of me deadly relying on acrophobia, well they say am coward, Cause heights might be insisting but flying is
Forever.
Loving him by the corners, breaking at his sights locked at her,
Loving him by the corners, breaking at his sights locked at her,
Well changes might be insisting, but, 'it was only you' is Forever.
Stood at berries once again, staring you pass by,
Well the existence might be insisting but sights are Forever.
They summed up stuffs, began to move out room, Out of bunch one asked me to repeat the last whisper, Here we go~
They summed up stuffs, began to move out room, Out of bunch one asked me to repeat the last whisper, Here we go~
“Poetries might be insisting by verses; rhymed out, but stories are forever”>>>
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