Its an endless cycle. The good find a way to defeat the bad. The bad fails and turns good, then the good turns bad. When the bad comes to the good,
By Maisam Almrabat4 years ago in Poets
You are wrong because I am right. I see all the colors, you only see in black in white. I see your side, but you don't see mine.
Goodbye childhood, I'm leaving today. I'm off to a place where everything's grey. Where I have to work instead of play. Where there is nowhere safe to stay.
Dear World, are you okay; because there is a thousand things I want to ask you everyday. Like, what happend to your trees, your blue skies, and your seas.