Stop looking at the bad things. Look at the good, they say
What good?
The temporary happiness?
The false promises laced with hope, that acts like poison when crushed?
The small smiles that never seem to last?
Everything in the world is temporary.
Except one thing.
Death
It is permanent, never to be undone,
Never to be fixed.
Sometimes that good &
Other times it's bad.
It all depends on the point of view.
Everything depends on the point of view.
YOU ARE READING
The Falling Droplets
PoetryJust depression about the world and stuff ^-^ (I don't own the picture on the the cover)
