In the snow I find rage
In the rain I find anger
In the cold breeze of time I see fire.
We've been here before.




For the first time,
For the last time,
For this time alone I can see through your soul.
We've been here before.




Memories like an old adage,
My heart pierced with a dagger,
My joy becoming my worst desire.
We've been here before.





It hurts all the time,
Whenever the broken clock repeats it's time,
For this time alone you can see through my soul.
We've been here before.




Cc:obinnau

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ejikesuv:
why are poetry bland this days. try mine at oddverbs..com

Lols we call wat we don't understand bland[b][/b]