Truths of the Year
Empty soul
Yet full of lies
Dark mess
Which is clear indeed
Hustle hard
Or else get left behind
Fight for love
Rather then crave for lust
Tear apart
The fear of feeling low
Get your hairs dark
In this black world
A year more older
A year more closer
To what you mean
To what you grow
There's alot to learn
Than just pretty experience
Yet more to come
In these following year
Wait for your dice
To roll around
Then play your rhyme
With the sound behind
Copyright © Ruchita Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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