The bad are hidden among the good.
It's not easy to tell them apart.
Some are as black as black can be
And some are pure in heart.
The bad wear a mask
And the good put up a wall
To hide their true nature
And never show it all.
We are born with a heart locked
And someone else has the key.
One day we will meet that someone,
The one with whom we're meant to be.
We have all heard it before,
Yet I'll say it again:
Life is a journey,
No pain, no gain.
We face the same hurt, you and I.
But remember, you're not alone.
It's all a game of cards.
So play clever and play till the last card is thrown.
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My Odyssey
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all the little poems and songs I've written over the course of my life so far. I always found it hard to say what I felt but I could always write them down as poems or songs. I hope you will like them and maybe find...
