There's a life we hope to live in,
A world of dewdrops and of birds,
From where our hearts could always sing,
Our emotions twirled in words,
Where nights do fall in lullabies,
And days do toil in warmth,
And people always seem to be
Not meaning any harm,
But this is not the honest truth,
This realm does not exist,
The life we live is not a choice,
But it's something we must keep,
Minds may not always be understood,
Our souls not always cared,
But loved, they are always loved,
Though life may seem unfair,
'Tis not a perfect world we live,
Our stories not meant for tales,
But it's a special book we have,
Where our deeds are sent in mails,
It's a message in a bottle,
Which the world might never read,
But you're a piece of someone's story,
A chapter he might always need.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poesie"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
