I made a crane today.
That crane was me.
That crane was far from being absolute.
See the similarity?
I built a fire last night.
It went by Desire.
I built a different fire tonight.
It was Sovereignty.
I tore my happiness down today.
You helped, you know.
I tried to forgive.
I tried to move on.
But only one thing is clear
Love truly is folly
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Love and Hurt
PoetryLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.
