If we didn’t hate love
And adore it the same
How could anyone not go insane?
We’re an odd species
A tough act to follow
But harder still is the pride we must swallow.
Rain is a bad thing
To all but a few
It cleanses their tears, and comforts them, too.
When lightning starts cracking
And the thunder booms
Follow your whole and you’ll be more true.
If love was not stronger
Than hate already is
How would this world go on to live?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Anonymous Poems
PoesíaAnd by "anonymous" I mean a collection of seemingly unrelated poetry gathered in one place. These are all written by me. Vote if you like it; comment if you have a request. If it just brought you clarity or a peace of mind and you want to say thanks...
