Rain comes before the rainbow
but sun was here before the storm.
Nothing is as it seems,
in this you have been warned.
Love often turns to hate
and hate can turn to love.
Things are always changing,
you can thank the God above.
Beauty is in the eye,
the eye of the beholder.
Everything is a perception,
showing who we really are.
Our hearts lie, and our dreams
are never really true.
It is all these strange things,
that make our world seem new.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoetryWords spiral across the page/ channeling the pain and rage/ of a broken, and sad writer/ who pounds the keys of a beaten typewriter./ Tear-stained yellow pages/ fly across the ages/ and the hands of time turn/ never back and always forward./
