We make ourselves story books and then watch as we are read,
and then ripped apart,
tossed away.
The story is old now,
he can always get a better book,
a newer one.
We make ourselves hateful,
then wonder why no one loves us.
The sarcasm is getting old now,
He only wants love.
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Painful Truths
PoesiaLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
