Forge a halo out of plastic while smelting horns out of smoldering metal
Quick to place loved ones on a pedestal, but in self hate we earn the gold medal
Love deeper than any ocean, yet our pools for self-love are shallow
Quick to hang our heads in shame, we built a home on the gallows
An ironic smile shining for a bright future while shading a horrific past
Life is a theater, we're broken characters, least that's the role we cast
Antagonizing love in our script, while hope is the supporting killer
The pursuit of happiness turns simple romance into a high octane thriller
Running from the pain, but leaving a trail for our past to follow
Throwing up walls we believe are strong, but are horribly hallow
Craving for a house of love and acceptance, where everything is grand
Yet we build our optimism and hope on a foundation of cold sand
When the sky rains, blame nature for sinking your home, but not the eyes
Eyes that perceive the coming winter, but ignores other seasons
We accept the cold death, but won't embrace the warmth of life
Don't plant your roots in the frozen death of winter's white snow
Let winter run its course. but during the spring allow yourself to grow
Life is a season of blistering warmth to the blistering cold
Your pain is with you now, but eventually, it will grow old
Your happiness will return, and your heart will be bold
Unearth from winter, and bask in your summers' gold
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
