Figment
From what I could tell,
It wasn’t meant to be followed,
The piper whose path I tracked,
Was one of sorrow.
childhood
Childhood nights
During these lonely nights,
I go for a stroll in the woods
The dark helps me think,
Remember our lost childhood.
He’s not talking to me now
I had a crush on a childhood best friend, but I like him now only as a friend. But he is not talking to me; I don’t know why.
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Noise and bluster!
In my mind, even today, there is no ferocious, powerful, robust beast like the steam engine of yesterday.
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