Every hour,
Seems like a waste.
Beautiful flowers
And cerulean lakes.
Green and Yellow.
Red, white and blue.
Simply irrelevant.
Until I met you.
The sun goes down
And my heart fervours up.
Be brave I say,
It won’t hurt that much.
It’s hard to find courage,
When you’re stumbling through pain.
A lion once in rage.
My spirit on chains.
I guess this is it,
What you say,
When you really don’t know what to say.
Lost in a whirl of self preservation.
Copying with your own life’s,
self devastation.
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