Words Of An Idle Mind

Faith and Belief (poem)

I like those fairytales,
With vintage ships and sails,
With high rising castles
And with fierce battles.
'Happy ending' and 'forevermore',
Is what makes hopes sore.
But I never said , in a strike,
That what I believe is what I like.

I like unrealistic possibility,
But I believe in reality.
And reality laughs in the face
Of perfect people and perfect race.
I believe in flaws and mistakes,
But not always in fates and retakes.
My belief makes me open my eyes,
To those melancholic sagas and cries.

I believe in those declarations of love,
But doesn't it hit a sore nerve?
I believe that it exists for everyone
But faith in it, I have none.  
It's these thing that promise to 'make'
Which end up taking, keeping us awake.
It brightens and makes us jolly
But, alas! I feel it's for a folly.

When it's gone, you cry over it's nitty-gritty,
So ,Why indulge in an matter of pity?
While you can rise high if you refrain
From getting the all too known 'love-stain'.
I have faith in only loving,
When without it, it isn't worth living.
And this amour, a beautiful mirage,
Until it becomes your sabotage.