I hear fables in their whispers
Their stories spreading like wildfires
The way the words roll of their tongue,
So fluent as if it were true
Premonitions of the future consume my mind
What left are we to become?
Before the bad gets the best of us
Signs of our planets align us, yes
But what are we to be, if it is not by fate?
Can we force what simply cannot be forced?
Can we love what we do not learn to?
Our pasts were one in the same,
Bringing us together
In the end,
may it tear us apart?
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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