Armchair memories
Sitting in a armchair
Penetrating memories explode my head
Silence covered me
I see no beauty in my memories
Onces it had a beauty
Splendid colour memories
But it is no more
Bitterness is getting bitter than bitter
Happiness is miles away from me
Only I see the reflection of it
My Semiramis ditched me in the Wasteland
(It is so lame)
Scattered words craving my thoughts :
"If my words May be klutzy
Besides My WORDS have life"
(It has something to tell)
And I know, my bittering unhappiness is My own
And no one change that
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