It's raining and i'm listening to Dear God by Avenged Sevenfold, what could be better for the poetic side of me? :)
Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,
and months become years...
All in a short span of time
Memories are held between those times,
Both happy and sad,
Some unsure on where to be kept.
As the saying goes
You die when you keep it in,
You die as well when it is spoken.
As the synchronized rain falls
Two souls faced away from each other
Because one wanted to change
And the other doesn't
Aren't we all the same at one point or another?
Whether it's the same problems
Or the same differences
Same intentions, different ways
Same ways, different intentions
Oh honey why do you seemed so surprised?
It's all because
We came from one source
One creator
Above all
truer words have never been said
except one
surely but slowly, death is approaching
i'm getting rustier by day, forgive me
alhanasabrina
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