Should I love or live my life?
They say love's a death—
Sour, salty, sweet death.
But when all has to end
One day, all in an instant,
Then why not I have a taste of the colours?
Why not I see the rain and it's bow?
Why not to drown in this illuminated abysm,
And to hear the dysphemistic euphemism?
And yet, be able to find myself—
Be drenched in caring caresses and kiss,
And be permeated with an eternal bliss;
To find allowance to send all my worries to their last breath,
Love lovingly, live lively, till the non-
evitable death.
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Me & My Thoughts
Poëzie"My thoughts, they never can be new; Many others have said them already, Aloud, For others to listen, Or just hear; But I am penning them- Those same thoughts- Like others do, For you to read, Once more, And for those thoughts To touch your hearts...
