Gathering the skies for an answer
The blue doubts surrounding the fears
Anger in pieces left the weak hours of despair
Losing hope should not be fair.
Here sitting in the clouds
Waiting tears disappear
Crawl back in life
Love should be near…
Slepping pillows and fluffing dots
Weeping eyes and suffering thoughts
Dream with arms wide open
Sweetness should mean take care
Losing hope should not be fair…
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