Prosa Dia 100: The Ballads of Innocentness

This is a not a story about love
Started by a bond called friendship
Both of them walking in blind
The time has made it gloomy

Leaves fall, Day turned Dark
and friendship is not an ordinary
as well,
cheated by the small flame called love

Both of them running on yellow red world
The time has made it gloomy

Then,
storm comes in
they're hit by a huge jab

She has a love far away
leaving such a dirt on He

Down in the corner of dark cupboard
He cursing fate in allegory
his waiting and caring turned to dust

He's weak now
His love even greater than olympus
just hide in the corner, again
waiting her call

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