If all there is in life is love
Then we are truly not living.
If all there is in life is hate
Then why bother living at all?
What is there to wish on
When there’s no shooting star?
But if there’s a sky full of shooting stars
We still couldn’t wish on them.
So if love is full of hate
It’s not truly love.
If hate is full of love,
It’s not truly hate.
Each of us need a little bit of each
In order to survive.
But first we must make life the way it should be
In order for it to be true.
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Anonymous Poems
PoetryAnd 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...
