In a garden
Two hearts had met
Two souls had bind
Two minds became one
In home
One binded her soul with another man
In life
One had ended his life when truth wss spread
The walls have ears
The streets have eyes
The papers speaks
The life decays
In a garden
Two hearts had broke
Two souls had parted ways
Two minds broke into 2
In home
One teared to despair.
One broke to pieces
But
In time; the clock had turned 100 times
The walls have ears
The streets have eyes
For them; Life grows evermore
Those two broken minds
Those two shattered hearts
Stood stout; Stood readily
And foughted Life; and defeated it
A lie so beautiful that it may lead to pointless battles;
Figthing these battles however is our idea of glory
Winning them is our meaning;
When we win Life in such twisted manner
It now has a meaning
You fight; Glory comes
You lose; Beauty arrives
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Qwarzystal Poetry
Poetry[A compilation of Poems I made, I make poems with little rhyme whatsoever but make them subliminal or with stories.]
