I write because I'm sad
I'm sad because I write
All alone
In my world
All alone
I wish I didn't have a reason
A reason to write my tears
But would life matter without?
Without the tears, what's life?
Would I know happiness?
Does the down bring the up?
The tears don't bring happy
But it strengthens my joy
To feel after the sadness
Bliss of a different form
My happy is proven
After I feel the sad
It becomes real
It becomes true
It becomes me
7/4/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...