Why do we wish
Why do we try
When everything's hopeless
Why do we cry
We do these things
Because we all feel
Because we all hurt
We are not made of steel
But why must with beauty
Always come pain
Why must with sunshine
Always come rain
Why must with up
Always come down
Why must with smiles
Always come frowns
These things they come
Wanted or not
They keep us strong
So we do not rot
If you're lucky
You happen to survive
Nourish your love
Until it so thrives
Once it is complete
Come to my cave
My happy place
My deadly grave
Spread your love
Across my face
So that even in death
I may be blessed with your grace
When it is done
Lie next to me
Face all your fears
And you shall be set free
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesíaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
