It's Ironic how we can talk for hours upon end,
But, when it comes to things that matter most,
We get tongue-tied.
It's Ironic how we are never willing to bend,
But, complain that someone else changed.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
