Even a blind man sits and says,
Ay I see
And the deaf man says,
Oh I was told by a little birdy.
For they understand more,
About the torment of life and love.
Yet the dead still live,
In the darkness of the light above.
Still dead in love,
And living in hate.
All the time in the world;
End it now?...
I think it's too late.
Such a material world,
But everything's fine.
I live in a thought,
Another world created by my mind.
Awake in a dream,
Where I'd die and wake up.
A social girl with social anxiety,
Her feelings, her head corrupts.
We dance with ghosts,
Of our past memories.
And sing to our children,
Their sweet melodies.
To teach the lesson,
And stop the cycle continuing.
Yet the same mistakes are made again,
Oh how the Irony is sinking in.
I added more to one of my most loved poems so :))