life is so questionable..!!!
life owes me something..
life is threatening...
life as one is so hard...
what is life?
do i have to live?
or am i to live and die?
i am nearly to quit...
nothing really matters
but the only chance
breath, a gift to me
how will i treasure it?
it keeps me strong
gives me chance
to say my sorry
to be grateful...
life is a gift
a precious one to treasure
life is a chance to be human
to loved and to be loved
to hurt and to be hurt...
( i keep on hating my life..
without realizing.. life is good)
_jyette
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PoetryLife is real great. Life keep on giving us blessings happiness, joy, pain and hardship for us to learn something out of it. Then, we'd realize that sometimes we feel so empty and alone but most of the time we like it to be so full of joy, pride a...
