Life is full of Doubts,
And at the End
Does it ever work out?
Similar Posts
My poetry is made of tears,
They accentuate my lonely fears,But calm, me when you are not near.My tears are mine and mine alone,They’re sadness that no one can own,They’re part of loving you so much,A Love that only tears can touche.
Never cut the airy wings,
They can really, highly fly,Encompassing so many things,That can lead to our salvation.
The Mysteries of the Mind,
What? Cubism?Paths that wind and intertwine,Going where?To doubts and scares,Reaching for the Stars,But downward stares,Lost in Paradise,And nobody, cares.The Mysteries of the Mind,Sometimes,They keep us out of touche,Even with ourselves,And yet, it is Mystery, as suchThat makes us feel so much,And pushes us to care.
Love fantasies that come and go,
That’s when love comes, appears too late,Or never was, part of your fate.
Negativity breeds contempt,
Makes the Present, mal content,All the time remembering,What was badly done, ,Unjustly spun,Does not let a better future come,So that present good things can be done.
I love Poetry,
It has of language,Every human mood,And should be by allLoved and understood.