The arrow points that way,
Towards death,
And fear,
And pure hell.
The other arrow points that way,
Towards smiles,
And sunshine,
And all that is well.
But I point this way,
Towards the real world,
With good times,
And bad times,
And really fucking sad times.
Because that's what life is.
A shitty world
With a few little bits of happiness.
But the contrast we get,
When the bad times unfurl,
Pushes out all regrets,
And makes a sort of happy girl.
That girl is me
Writing this poem you see.
Because I chose this way,
And you should too.
This is the right way
Through and through.
YOU ARE READING
Flowers in the Night
PoesieWell this is just a bunch of random poetry. Stuff might get slightly dark, but for the most part, it has a good message. It's kinda just whatever I think of. Feel free to read when you're bored or just want some stuff to think about.
