Why is believing so damn hard to do now?
I believed, I believed, I believed...
I believed in fairytales and true romance. I believed in peace, love and hope. I believed in good people and second chances. I believed that somehow, sometimes, it's just not the right time. I guess I just believed in life.
But with the way the world is turning out right now, maybe believing isn't enough.
This world is full of nightmares and impossibles. Full of Juliettes that never find their match. Full of wars and hatred and broken souls. Full of bad people and thirtieth chances that turn out to be another cut to the heart. Full of right times, but wrong people. Full of death.
And though that's stunning in a scary kind of way, I miss the daylight that chased the midnight rain away.
But we need both to survive, don't we?
The sun doesn't make sense without the moon. Just like love would be meaningless without pain. And life simply worthless if there wasn't the relief of death.
The key is balance.
So maybe that's why believing is so hard now.
We can't believe too much, because it would make it pointless, useless.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
