How strange of the living,
It craves for life on deathbed and it craves for death when alive.
How strange of the living,
It wants what it can not have and things it got are always valued less.
How strange of the living,
It's strong outside but weak from within, the heart and mind speak of different things.
How strange of the living,
To have ego, when it knows at the end it'll be of no use.
How strange of the living,
To love a stranger more than it's creator, when it knows in life and after death, God is the only saviour.
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PoetryA set of poems to accept yourself and to work on yourself...poems for traveling far away from what you are and what you could be, maybe in your fantasy. Poems for broken hearts, poems to love hard. Poems to live in reality and poems to get lost in w...
