Life is a short space of time, that time takes
Sadly, we can't make any promise
And everything ends up being a mistake
People enter into our lives, easily
Easily as they leave, that is bitter as cake
We got to learn with people that pass through us
Life's about the sorrows, regards, and smiles
Also the love and hate
Letters and numbers
Choices and fate
The writing and reading
Life is something we got to enjoy like sailors enjoy oceans
Like if today was our last day, and tomorrow was too late
It's the hodge-podge of feelings and emotions
It's a labyrinth of good and bad things
And there is a way out that in all sticks
Death may come at is time or early if people wish
And we say our last goodbye even not moving our lips
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
