An End
Pretty crimson blossoms from dazzling gold,Its vibrancy seeps into every crevice, Flows, then stains the ground so effortlessly,As if that’s what it was made to do. And the crystalline tears stream down once more,Cloudy eyes no longer reflect the pristine…
One Last Time
The years go by in a blur Tragedy striking the hearts of all that we wereIn the confusion, it was never the sameThings have gone, and new ideas cameIn and out I have gone With only the hopeful promise of…