LostA Poem by CurlsI never wanted the darkness.
A lost friend
stands in a crossroad. I stand on one, heaven stands next. A lost friend chooses what's right to see what path it holds. Left broken and confused I stand waiting for the friend lost in his path. If darkness' to blame, I shan't go for it is my ground. If the light is comfort, he shall walk on the road of cloud. And figure things without my darkness.
© 2015 CurlsAuthor's Note
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AuthorCurlsLas Pinas City, National Capital Region, PhilippinesAboutWhy would you want to know things about me? more..Writing
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