Life is as balanced as a mental patient,
as moods swing like crazy boomerangs.
Despite that, some just can't take a hint,
waiting for something to first bear fangs.
We recklessly walk the path of our lives,
unaware that it's a tightrope we navigate.
We are selfish to not care who else survives,
allowing pettiness to fester into deep hate.
I don't wish to live precariously anymore,
as there's enough drama in thy little life.
Everyone yearns to find someone to adore,
the ongoing pursuit to find a decent wife.
I do not have the ability to keep trying,
to keep hope is not fair and just lying.
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Sonnets
PoésieA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
