Nothing remains stable,
Trying to anticipate,
Always has been rough.
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Search and ye shall learn,
Knowledge serves as Consolation,When alone, you’re getting by,Dries a portion of your tears,When you begin to cry.
Poetry summarizes,
Like the Soul,It can’t be bought
What is Love?
Over and over again,Undying till,The last breath,If ever you are,So blessed,That is what Love Is.
A poet is,
A bundle of Nerves,And Melancholy,If you don’t agree,Consult, Psychiatry.
Around madness
Is it sadnessIn reality,That pushOur many themes?Looking,For the impossibleDoesn’t even pay,Even if dreamWe may,Because lifeJust doesn’tWork that way.
We still love each other,
Hard to describe,Hard to say,Why, it seems like yesterday,That we met and loved each other,In that most unusual way.I was a dreamer,So were you,But so many dreams,Just don’t come true,Now that you are,So far away,All I wish for,Is that someday,I’ll feel your presence,And love you further,In my most unusual way.