Gone by the wind

Gone by the wind,
Are gone the memoirs,
My life takes that negative spin,
Which supposedly be sour.

It’s quite sometime now,
That I stopped analyzing people,
That said I haven’t stopped gearing,
That you can talk; hurting my feeling.

The sabotage of appeals,
It created a sense of Armour,
The toughest the life becomes,
more looks like plain waters.

When we got quarrelsome, we ended,
The worst days of nightmares,
To be what we wanted to be,
The change just can’t be expected.

The enmity in me,
Is eating my soul,
Stop that negative thoughts,
My mind says, dude, just hold.

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