Wanna know something?
Something about you and me?
We are that beings,
That wish for the wings,
But are scared to fly.
We are that soul,
That hope for gold,
But are rewarded by a hole.
We are that kind,
That have an intelligent mind,
But are scared to fight.
So we wish to die,
Die peacefully.
So it all ends,
And we are only left with death and happiness.
Wanna know something new?
Something about you?
You cry, you hate,
For the things you started all,
Anger, hatred,confusion,
Are the reasons for your fall.
So stay silent and tolerate the burden,
And if not then be ready to face the hurdle.
As to with them you have to fight,
And it cannot be done without light.
So stay strong and with all your strength fight.
Wanna know something?
Something about life?
It strikes you back,
When you hit it with a knife.
When you dream,
It wakes you up.
When you are happy,
It breaks you up.
It's the cruelest thing in the universe,
So fight back until your last breath gives up.
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Poetry#170 on 07/02/18 "Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on the broken glass." - Anton Chekhov What if you come to know the demons of the life? Would you still carry your heart in your palms ready to build a home in someone...
