Whats a church without absolution
Or a sinner without temptation
Tasting victory when you're losing
Or having beauty with no one to chase it
What's paradise without tragedy
Angelic wings without flying
What are friends without enemies
Living without dying
It's a love, its a paradox
Freezing time with ticking clocks
Open doors with every lock
I found vigor in feeble rocks
I found pleasure in every pain
I found love enter where hate redides
I saw the sunshine when it rains
I found truths in all our little lies
So what's God without Satan
Or any joy without strife
Its to speak without saying
Anything about this game we call life
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Immature Dreams and Naive Confessionals
PoetryPoems stemming from the innermost thoughts during late nights jam sessions and unwavering paranoia. This is my first attempt at creating something on wattpad so I hope you all enjoy it.Its only seven poems long. Depending on how this goes I'll make...
