What is love?
That you are so fond of. .
What is life?
That makes it worth living. .
What is experience?
Compared with age. .
Hurt and pain,
Have filled my days,
Finding my smile,
Like sunshine,
At the end of each day,
The sun sets,
Night comes,
Joy & laughter,
Taken with the day,
Lost in the night,
The sun shines,
For one day,
Then vanishes,
As the seasons,
summer is here,
Winter freezes it over,
What is life?
All comes to an end,
The season leaves,
The sun goes down,
What is meant to last?
You can take the physical,
From within my grasp,
You can bind my soul,
Break my spirit,
Destroy my will,
that says live, breath,
Find a reason to be brutal,
Destory the strings of my heart,
enemy so free and strong,
In the end,
I'm not bound,
by sorrow nor grief,
Alive in my mind,
As sprinkles of rain,
admist a drout,
My mind,
Freedom of thought.
2007-10-29
09:27:41
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➔ Poetry
Freedom to believe in times,
Times that came and are now gone,
Times I laughed,
Times I loved,
Times I lived.
In the end what will you do with that?
2007-10-29
09:28:21 ·
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