I will drop this piece I held
Gives me light and sorrow untold
Every use I take my memories fade
Thanks for the piece I made
I see my friends overdoing it
Answering they won't regret
Still they continue to use that thing
Not knowing there life may ring
So I drop this piece I held
Gives me sorrow to let it slept
I wonder a time of discontent
And made a new piece all over again
Prose poetry I made, takes me 2 minutes i think..
If you guess it right its something I don't want to tell you about.. =)
So keep it for yourself if you know what's it all about..
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