The pleasures of this world are catchy.
So bright and vibrant it makes friends become enemy.
Among comrades it gives life to jealousy.
Makes all secrets become controversy.
Life has it's colours, tones and hues.
To trap your thirsty eyes to it like glue.
If you fall for it's tricks then you're your own fool.
Life is beautiful but life is cruel.
YOU ARE READING
IM JUST TROUBLE
PoetryMy soul is ink waiting to be made into words. My heart is a pen to channel my soul unto paper. And my mind is the human to wield my heart.
