They talk to us We talk to them Without a fuss We become them Easy to forget The difficulties in between Ugly to target The struggle within They dangle on your plaster To make you evolve Said the master In whose hymns I dissolve The plaster is of Ways and techniques outdated With which I sort of Got the old me created Is it really the pain Of this plaster stripping away Or is the perpetual gain That I am loving in a way Incomplete or Complete They remain a part of us Swaying with our fate They complete a part of us OPEN FOR COLLAB š #ATdreams ā¢ A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! š Collab on this beautiful bg with your soulful words. š ā¢ Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts ā¢ Please maintain the aesthetics.
