A world of pain has showing
A black heart that corrupting
The pure of moi
Moi is toi, but toi is not moi
Different and similar are nothing but a line
A line that neither small or big
But it's what make a big difference.
Once day, I be cinder and ash
The fire that store inside
Will one day explode and consume me
I wonder when will it be
A time of love and despair
Love and despair is nothing but a line
A line of seperation and confusion
A time of distort and waiting...
1 comment:
Wow, pure poetry!! I say this often but I love the imagery you are using in your poetry. I can actually feel the emotions.
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