When are we going to learn that
tears are used as knives and
words are sharp as swords and that
sorry doesn't mean sorry
and "i forgive you" isn't real
and when are we going to figure out that sunshine can scorch
and that poison can be sweet and
is love really worth it? because,
when i was burned, for a moments satisfaction,
when i was the one left alone, crying, dying, screaming, fighting breathing,
i wondered, "was it worth it?"
and the only thing that i could think about was the scorching sunshine
and the suffocating ocean and
the poisonous plants
and the deadly waters
and the true lies.
and the fake truths.
- All credits go to poet EXO
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The Poetical Poems And Short Stories
PoetryInspired by some of the greatest poets, The 'Poetical Poems And Short Stories', holds all of the old ingredients of beautiful poetry, while adding some modern twists in for the readers enjoyment. From love, to hate, life to death, joy to sadness, t...
