Can't go Back

It's funny how we design or dreams around the thaught that it could be infinite,
But never realizing that those merky seams, are nuzzled out passion fruits of innocence.
Living a whole life until discovering the belief, that is tangled, currupt; illiterate.
Loves reputation bantered around , like an attention seeker triffeling for a complement.
A constant reminder of division, a punishment, a sword hot blade down my side,
for my wicked sceams, for here there is no agruement.
I held too many promises in a bloody hand, leaving no one in my path to kiss contentment.
For Loves heavy wings have tooken me away, without sum of the same fruit of my descent.

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