You stir me up with words that are deep but empty.
It's not your fault, because I realize - so are you.
That's when I sense a glimpse of a bitter sweet sadness shine through.
It is your fault, for not being aware,
Of what you're causing outside of that aimless stare.
You roam around a place,
That only perpetuates your emotionally wasteful state.
And you wake up to find yourself,
In the midst of love and hate.
You love the things you touch and feel
And hate that you can't decipher
What is and what is not,
Real.
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Moments Of Serenity
PoesíaTrees are poems that earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, so we may record our emptiness. - Khalil Gibran A collection of poems reflecting on our daily hustle & bustle. But moments of stillness - the ones of peace...
