For all those warm days
purified with stillness
only yet some small details
leave a trace.
Should I hold on that?
For all the right moves
on the chess-board of the world
one step back to be expatriate
and left defeated.
Should I overcome surrender?
For all the credence that was
there
tinsel turnes into the black
now we pass the time of day
for all the wrong reasons.
Should I've let you go away?
ruzolina seess
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-all-the-wrong-reasons-2/
