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life sure is suffering.

the essence of it lies
in finding meaning
in that suffering.

well, I found beauty with you.

when I say beauty,
something that felt
by the tips of my soul;
something that bare
thorns of growth,
yet also something
so heavenly
that it's almost not true;
something that will give me
a breath for every word,
something to make me
confess to myself.

break me so I can take off
the cage I planted around me.

but after all,
even being with beauty
will cause me suffering.
your presence will crack
the nerve out of me
to the risk of your absence

the dareful hearts will inevitably
let down by the fearful ones.
somehow, even with love
that conquers what's beyond,
a lover is still a mortal.

a lover is still irredeemably
alone in its own.

oh, beautiful are you
if you can make me
feel so human.
make me feel so alive
and edge me of dying.

I'll take off my eyes
just to see you.
I'll still kiss you
even if you are death.

oh, to ever know you.
oh, life, you are such a suffering.

You remain dear, insideWhere stories live. Discover now