What is love...
With out pain?
Our final moments of each day,
Exists in that of content!
residing in a sea of thoughts!
Deeper than the ocean it's self!
We try to dismiss the thoughts,
And return the sea of drowning words into a puddle of worries.
So that way, we too do not
Drown.
What is pain...
With out truths?
The truth
Is like love!
Who too never had a child hood,
Because hate and lies,
Grew up to fast,
Overwhelming everything!
What are truths...
Without the lies?
The lies that became the
Boulder
That we, as Indiana Jones,
Had to run away from!
Because if we got caught,
We would be over whelmed by
Our lies that we created,
That we pushed into a ball,
That turned into a boulder.
What are lies...
Without fear?
The fear that forces us to believe,
I am not worthy of anything...
But what is fear...
Without hopes?
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Poetry Entries
PoetryI will be making entries based on moments in my day(s)! My parents won't let me make a blog so I thought why not here?
