Straight into my soul
Forever more.
The love I did not have,
Where did it go?
Stayed as the dream,
I’d never know.
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Does anything make any Sense?
The planets, the universe,The loneliness of the hearts?Questions with out answers,The Clouds are just too dense,For anything in our nano-lives,To ever make any sense.
If we all were sincere poets,
What a World of peace and comfort,We could then, together be.
Poems describe in beauty,
What people, life and loveAre all about.The pleasure is in the reading,Reaching, staying in the heart,For they are made,Of ineffably deep,Divine, feelingsThat can never fall apart.
Poetry may be,
Of Arts,Even may be, the mostExpressively, emotionalBecause It comesAnd is written,From and by the heart.Yes, very personal,But, trying to reachThe light of the starsTo become, Universal.
If I think very hard,
If I wish very hard,Will you come back?If I cry very hard,Will you come back?The truth is,That even if I can’t see you,Of my everyday, you are a part,Living forever,In every beat of my lonely heart.
I have a lot of time to think now,
I have no explanations for anything,Not even for the pain that’s left behind,For if we are all God’s children,Why is life for so many,A continual sacrifice?