What is this thing we call love?
Life, do we just breathe to survive?
Existence, maybe just a pinch of delight
But something isn't right.
Is it the way we go?
Living for today and failing our tomorrows
Never knowing hope,
Our temerity enduring,
Never feeling peace.
Or the things we say?
Talk on impulse,
Get mad and like it.
Feel the burn of the things you shouldn't have confessed,
Live to hate it.
What about the things we do?
We can smile, laugh, feel something close to love,
But just for once not fake our way through.
It's not okay but you learn to let them because you love them.
Learn to right your wrongs and move on,
It's okay to shed a tear,
To expose your tender rawness to the world.
Live to see a brighter tomorrow, even without the sun.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings Don't lie
PoesíaThis is just a simple book of poetry for all those who love to get their feelings down in more ways than one!
