Poems

Life and Death

I make everything beautiful ~

And I make everything sorrowful

I am the lie that is wonderful ~

And I'm a reality that is painful

I've always wondered why they hated you ~

Because I'm a sad truth, and you had no clue

Yet what that makes me of? I know that is true ~

It means you are the medicine and I am the flu

You are not explaining clearly, that's for sure ~

Well I'm sadness and you are the cure

But life is beautiful and death can't be prevented ~

And that's why it's sad, cause it's demented

Look at these people who don't mind about death ~

It's because I haven't arrived yet no one has a regret

But it gives them a challenge to have their future set ~

But the challenge could fail, when the time is met

You still don't see the canvas I'm making? ~

What can you do that I may find alluring?

You may not understand, that I cause pain too ~

In what way you could recreate the pain I do?

I can't answer that question but you'll find it in others ~

So you're saying that I should find someone that I can bother?

I'm telling you to be an observer to everything that is happening ~

And the next time you'll meet me, you won't believe what you're seeing ~