When time has been your enemy,
Reality makes you a slave of time,
What’s worth in you become the worse.
A smile that kept me walking each day
faded in my sight, from a citizen to fugitive
with my blood poison, my love has
climbed hills and mountains of passion,
fall and stumble in the hands of fate,
so weak that even my faith got lost,
roaming with no peace, A ‘lost’ Soul
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
When time has been your enemy,
Reality makes you a slave of time,
What’s worth in you become the worse.
A smile that kept me walking each day
faded in my sight, from a citizen to fugitive
with my blood poison, my love has
climbed hills and mountains of passion,
fall and stumble in the hands of fate,
so weak that even my faith got lost,
roaming with no peace, A ‘lost’ Soul
love
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