And it's true what they say more is never enough
And enough is never more
The seeing and unseeing things we wish and wish we
Did not see, meeting people we're glad we met and
wish we didn't met
And it's true when they say we always come back
To something we love
Then walk away from it
Because more is never enough
If we were to have more of everything but no passion
No direction
No change
No growth
No hope
No compassion
No empathy
No action
No words
Is it really enough is it really more ?
In the other room of my parents bedroom
The door the only one thing that separates us, my parents
Argue some more of what should've been done a
long time ago they argue some more. But in the
Look of my mum eyes it was never enough because
There was never more to begin with.
-ashes poetry
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Bring the rain leave the sun
PoetrySomepeople love the rain and Somepeople love the sun, each has its own benefits but like a couple both is needed for growth and regrowth. 2024
