People die,
And others cry.
People smile,
People run an extra mile,
People come and go,
Without I limit I can tell you so.
People make promises and come through,
Others have nobody to look up to.
You get the rich and blessed,
Then you get the poor and hexed.
There comes a boy along and promise to never part,
But then he leaves you with a broken heart.
Some even follow the vampiric way,
But there's nothing you can say.
You can just hope and pray,
Maybe karma will set you free.
You can be anybody you want to be.
Someone eventually will die,
And all we can do is cry.
We can stand up and fight,
For what we believe is right.
You can choose a different life,
One day you'll learn how to survive.
One day you will see,
What you were meant to be.
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My PoemS
ПоэзияHi thanks for being interested. this is poems I've written over the years. it ranges from sad to angry and happy to exotic ones are later. I hope you enjoy my works. XXX Go check out my other works as well. Vote comment and share.
