Fades
It fades.
The concrete over
My self-worth.
It fades.
The music of
My melancholy heart.
It fades.
The speed, the
Road, the thrill.
It fades.
The people, their
Lies, and their virtue.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2018
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