Randall stood before his bathroom mirror – gazing at the enormous, glistening dome that was his head. Creams, lotions, infused oils, battery-powered skull caps; he had deployed them all in his ... [+]
The Everlasting faith
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like bygones
Bygones have long been bygones
When stories are fragmented into plots
When feelings stray
Facts go astray
And become #cliche
Yet,
Weary tears
catalyses growth
like dreary years.
To the champion of companion
When strife no longer kills like a knife
Something will remain vividly in mind.
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like bygones
Bygones have long been bygones
When stories are fragmented into plots
When feelings stray
Facts go astray
And become #cliche
Yet,
Weary tears
catalyses growth
like dreary years.
To the champion of companion
When strife no longer kills like a knife
Something will remain vividly in mind.
