The portion of life that was left
Where it was us that never met ,
The part where it was just gray
and all i could do was pray.
The art of fate; it displays
It was us that was dealt
With beauty it all came
and in awe we both played.
But faded came all too soon
with plainest to dwell
Drowned in pool of cries
Just rowing on the price.
Look at me now; suffering to get
the glimpse of your eyes.
-BuDe (D1E )
-Edited by :Daisy
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