W O R D S

L I F E

Our hearts are vengeful
When we drenched ourselves in bitterness
Tempting our souls with the allure of darkness
Seeking redemption within it

Oh! Tell me, my dearest, how life could have been
If it weren't for this trick of the mind
Creating a thick facade as we masquerade
Painting the world with a rosier picture
But secrets are spilled on a parchment of paper
When the sun shy's away and the moon emerges.

Oh dearest, tell me again how life could have actually been
Assuming that the world is gray,
Everything else seems blinding to the eyes
But no one is ever truly deceived,
Ignorant maybe but never a fool
Hence, living life as how we build it
And everyone else seems to be accepting towards it.

Oh life is not short,
Whoever said it was, was an obvious liar
So tell me dearest, how does one live life?
And has anyone been successful?

Perhaps it is filled with thorns
And occasionally it is as bloody as the petal of the roses,
But perhaps we forget something,
Even though it can potentially hurt us,
It did not stop itself from being beautiful,

And oh dearest,
let me tell you something,
As much as you detest it
Though you already knew it
That is life.

- N A M

27/9/2017