The world at fingertips bent
Will for'er be out of reach.
And life was never meant
for falsehoods that we preach.
"The hurt will always go away,
The hope will soon be found."
Lies just meant to save the day
that fall into the ground.
Incite some raw emotion hence
Or dust will cleave to dust.
All that's worse than feeling sense
Is knowing naught at all.
There are no ways to stay the same
Change is always nigh;
And knowing it's not self to blame
Relieves a single sigh.
1 comments:
When days fall into the ground and I at first want to be comforted or remorse their loss. Then I realize that some days are simply wasted and I am fortunate enough to have another one given. Comfort is often painful because it feels like a lie.
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