Some poems are meant to be, Ephemeral. Short-lived. Like, Pain. Laughter. Love. And life... Just, One thought now buried in the past, Either making you laugh, Or cry...
"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Some poems are meant to be, Ephemeral. Short-lived. Like, Pain. Laughter. Love. And life... Just, One thought now buried in the past, Either making you laugh, Or cry...