In the arms of our pettiness,
We miss,
So much of real conclusion.
We try to arrange
And pick up sticks,
The answers to confusion
And at the end,
We all have missed
That Life’s but an Illusion.
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Yes, the road to Hell,
Lies from Truth, you cannot tell.
Love,
Easy to lose,Love fades quicklyWhen not used.Love,Adoration between two,Sudden waterfall,Soft as dew,Tenderness,Both bold and sweet,Feeling that you can’t defeat.Love, why did you hide from me?That’s the one place,Where you don’t want to be free.
To calm the pain,
The heart so often lives,We need much more than purple rain,The peace, Poetry gives.
Believing brings,
Not believing,Emptiness.Believe in something,Anything!As long as it’s for goodAnd kindness,And trying to seeA better DestinyAnd understanding.It’s time,To start unwinding,Giving of yourself,It will be,Your best finding.
Poetically Happy,
Most Poetry lovers,Prefer Love to hate.
The world of verse,
But never dull,So, away to discovery we go,Where we’ll land?We never know,So much is written by itself,Other times, by your secret elf.Poetry!Such a mystery,In a few words,Sometimes,A whole life’s history.