to be or not to be ,
nobody cares about that question.
to live or not to live ,
sad people contemplate this question
to love or not to love ,
people my age ponder this question
young ,curious yet clueless asking enteral questions.
is love to us as fire is to paper ?
engulfing i️t by the second uncomfortably until it's gone.
or is love to us as water is to a beached whale?
teasing with every oncoming wave .
hopefully love is to us as dirt is to worms,
feeding endlessly and nourishing altruistically.
but nobody cares about that answer .
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Poesía"The devil told me I was a simple child." A young girls poetry book. All poems are original and are made by myself
