Literature
I'm the poet, you're my....
I finally came across that river,
frozen thin ices upon my surface.
I can't breath in the truth,
only the lies.
I came so far to be here,
I'm fallen into pieces.
Looking back and forward,
where are the people I love once.
They have forgotten me,
I can't do anything at all.
I'm a coward, and a fool,
to believe in those pity words.
The road is getting darker,
and only evil smiles are behind.
But the best part is...
you're dead to me.
I wrote my life down,
from the beginning.
When I once meet you,
I only understand you.
Your cute smile,
your sweet brown eyes.
I'm the poet,
your my first love.
Never really change,
but I r