auty paul jason
Pathatic Lake - Poem by auty paul jason
I'm dying in the lake of dry
Years passes by and still
There is no water.
You are fulfilling your life
on a plum of dreams
But, did you know
I filled my life in you
Dreams, hates and all the other things
Just hang inside my vain.
So, don't you dry your lake for some jerk
I'm breathing with your heart, bay.
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