It's a dream of dreamed reality.
If you don't die everyday
just to be born fiercer the next
then you're killing yourself everyday
until the death parts your way.
If your love is dying
you need to find a better poem.
If your heart doesnt whisper
the name of your lover every time
you get drunk on the side of the road,
then you're not drunk enough
or you're not in love enough.
If every day love doesnt find your way
then you might need to step up
and be easier to find.
if blue sky doesnt make you happy
you might want to sleep during the day
and count stars at night.
If poetry doesn't satisfy the corner of your heart
that is so filled with words yet to be expressed.
Then you might need to cleanse your heart
Until words flow out of u like a river,
Into the pages of your book
that is named after you.
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YOU ARE READING
The poem of Crito
PoetryThe pursuit of wisdom, The journey of words, You are the lost poet. You look for in this generation, lost words, loss of the critique of life.