Life is an art of dying
We are no longer suffering
We are endlessly flying.
We are finally free.
Heaven's reflecting in your eyes,
Light blue like summer skies,
Deep wrinkles on your palms
In which you cry sometimes,
That raspy voice of yours
And that cigarette smoke, that you adore,
Makes it million times worse.
God knows how many times,
I saved you from all those lies,
In which you get trapped sometimes.
The way you look at me, can feel
The way you touch my lips, can heal
The way you walk away, can kill.
Touch my hand, and I'll touch yours,
Help me to wake up from nightmares, darling!
What in life can be more disarming.
So Welcome to my paradise
I know, sometimes it's not very nice,
I'll be right here, darling, if you're lost,
I'll save your life despite the cost,
I'll be the one who loves you the most.
Death is an art if living,
We are flying high in skies,
I see freedom in your eyes,
Cause we are no longer suffering,
We are finally free.
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Compendium of poems
PoetryNot all love stories are fortunate, so sometimes you have to take time to realise how much you mean to yourself and find grace in life, because it was given to us only once. There is no point of being afraid of life for its unfair and harsh surprise...
