antony Two

Clouds billow in the sky, death is no easy due, even when you die, who cares what’s fake, it always shines around you, burns forever in your grate, something deep inside, not just an ordinary slew, makes you cry, those barriers you raise, make me look a fool, when I should be great, however far you fly, love is not immune, shall we have a try, it dies when you castigate, something lost in you, then you walk away, these troubled nights, I’ve had a few, no more questions why, I guess you always knew.