Nothing ever goes, not even ghosts.
Not even parasites, worms and hosts.
Things just couldn't be cloned,
It'll be just another life loaned,
And matching its former's legacy
Is like praising up a foolish fakery.
Nothing ever fades away,
You should know this in every day.
Any choices you have to make,
For God's sake, don't even sway.
Nothing ever fades from us,
Not even a little fuzz.
Every little things we lack?
They're all just hiding in the back.
I've used up a hunk of my tricks,
Writing worthless love poems about chicks.
I thought I'll just get sick
Of picking parts of my rapping heart,
That aren't so charming and wittingly smart.
But I figured I just had to rap,
To race these words around a lap.
Even words expire when they hold the meanings
Of some useless ramblings that don't inspire.
But in this last stanza, let's all wish to Santa,
Breath helium in our chains to make it lighter.
We're all fighters, no one of us fades out
Without letting out a heavy shout.
Cuz nothing ever fades away,
The little laugh of a child at play,
The silent scream of gulls at bay,
The crushing cry of those who lost their way,
Nothing ever fades away.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry Of A Count
PoesíaThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
