Sadness is like a battery with a 1% charge
anytime to die...
Sadness is like a blown candle
wasted melting...
Sadness sound like the sound of death
a voice never heard of...
Sadness hurt with a rusty knife
as painful as bringing someone back alive from the dead...
Sadness wound us leaving an empty life.
Sadness ruins and sadness burns.
Sadness is almost as icy cold frost.
Sadness never departs.
It is like a scar never healed up.
Sadness rips the very existence
of our being into smithereens
which brings us to a halt.
But once it's over,
what was left with us is
a new beginning.
A much clear path of
shone crystals from the sky
and into the future.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
