Poetry

All It Takes

When My Dreams Shatter
And Nothing Would Matter,
When My Core Turns Void
And Smiles, I Avoid.
All it takes is, a Bit of You,
To Set Me Free, Fresh and New.

When My Steps Tremble
And My Life’s A Gamble
When No Matter What I Try
In The End, I Shrink And I Cry.
All it takes is, a Bit of You,
To Set Me Free, Fresh and New.

When I Approach a Black Hole
And in Bits, It Shatters My Soul,
When Agony is the Ritual
And God Turns Cruel.
All it takes is, a Bit of You,
To Set Me Free, Fresh and New.


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