He saw his death.
It was out there,
Somewhere.
He loves it here,
He loves to live.
He loves to love,
And love is here.
He longs for love,
He looks for death,
The death is what?
He really cares.
The death is far,
It's what he thinks.
The love is not,
It's what he thinks.
Love and death,
Are hard to get.
They spin in squares,
They really scare.
Love is love,
Death is death.
If death can love,
Won't it be great!
Death seems far,
So it's a jungle bear.
Love seems here,
This is the fear!
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
