I live other lives,
As Time withers, slims,
I walk back and forth,
Yet, going no where,
I don’t look at Life,
I just stand and stare,
I don’t see the light
I live in despair,
My Love’s taken flight,
There’s nothing to share,
The Moon loves the Night,
But, I just don’t care.
Poets are strange ones,Always trying to find,The Light in Illusions,That live only in their mind.
Fortunately,We’re all not the sameBut BewareOf judging othersIn haste,Do not your opinions waste,Once said,They will follow you,Forever,In Life’s speedy race.
When will it melt?No one knows, When,Centuries may go by,And it may still be there,Icebergs don’t die,They just float in despair
There are certain Mysteries,Whose secrets, no one knows.
Big broken heart,There is nothing,Sadder than that.All it wanted was loveBut it was denied,Even that,So they were to find him,Gone,Drowned,In his own tearsMentally strangled,By the loveHe never found,By the love,He never had.
The Time that we all borrow,Is Never here to stay.
