The truth of it is... that we are not the same.
From the way we see the world right to the fluid in our veins.
I can see the good in everything.. so let it rain.
Let's not try to hard though, like a leaf, I have no shame.
Just let the breeze do as it will and where we land, well, that's called "fate".
My only fear is that my faith is focusing on something fake.
You can see ahead.. and every plan must fall in order.
You make most of you, but something else makes up a quarter.
Like rats that lack of tact they pull on strings from poor lit corners.
With thoughts consumed by fear.. you take orders from a foreigner.
Can't you see the sheer perfection?? How the balance is like art.
You are everything I need like missing pieces to my heart.
Together we create a force to fight the stress of life.
Everything god missed in me... he put into my wife.
From the way we see the world right to the fluid in our veins.
The truth of it is... I'm glad we're not the same.
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Love into Words
PoesíaA collection of sweet romantic poems I'll keep adding too (Cover drawn by me) Hope you like my poetry!
