Starry eyes, and broken lips
Why did you kiss me with your destiny mist?
It's okay
I'm already broken
Or maybe I'm not?
Maybe during this whole time I thought I was, I wasn't?
What if this was just a turning point that would lead me to my fate
Such a tricky word
So few to some but so misused by others
It's not what you want, it is what will happen regardless of anything
The little bit of hope is like seeing the light in a dead blind man's eyes
It can last for a while then fade
But sometimes it's a glorious thing that happens to so few lucky ones
Choose it and it will find you
Don't pick it and you will regret it for every single day of your life whether you know it or not
Oh boy
Isn't dreaming in the mind dangerous?
It's not the crazies- it's the hopeless
But even so, they still hold onto it
Like a mute who still tries to sing
Isn't it a wonderful thing?
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Beauty and Pain of Enlightenment Truths
PoetryPoems can express ideas in a shorter phrase of words compared to long-ass paragraphs. It is the idea of truth one must take from their life and make realizations around them. We must take the good with the bad, and the bad with the good. Who knew a...
