A dream, crucified my life;
Walked on an empty street,
Failing, with castle of cards;
Wounded my life hard.
It’s bitter sweet symphony;
Shook with different places,
Mixing, tunes of flavour;
Made impure love together.
Destiny never pursued my feet;
Run with half empty glass;
Going, on Boulevard Street;
Cared nevertheless, misfortune.
A thought, broke my heart;
Tore my parents’ willing,
Helping, way of river of grief;
Saw two sides of coin.
Future will show new world;
Ticking with clock hand,
Coming out, from horrible train;
Will beneath my next fortnight.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
A dream, crucified my life;
Walked on an empty street,
Failing, with castle of cards;
Wounded my life hard.
It’s bitter sweet symphony;
Shook with different places,
Mixing, tunes of flavour;
Made impure love together.
Destiny never pursued my feet;
Run with half empty glass;
Going, on Boulevard Street;
Cared nevertheless, misfortune.
A thought, broke my heart;
Tore my parents’ willing,
Helping, way of river of grief;
Saw two sides of coin.
Future will show new world;
Ticking with clock hand,
Coming out, from horrible train;
Will beneath my next fortnight.
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