There is a beauty in
the naivety
the ignorance
the unexpected
There is a ugliness in
the naivety of the ones who refuse to listen
the ignorance of the ones who refuse to believe
the unexpected that creeps up and destroys
The happiness always balances out the sadness
There is beauty in those who don't need to find that balance
There is hurt in those who are gripping on white cliff edges of chalk
There is beauty in those who are hurting - the chalk dust on their withering hopes can be washed away with rain filled faces - endings can be rewritten for those who find balance
Balance is not always possible
Ecstasy of pain teasing fingers off cliffs
There beauty in
the naivety
the ignorance
Of not knowing
Ecstasy of any emotion
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Seaweed Thoughts
PoetryA bunch of random poems that form an unorganised reality that is my mind.
