I was the girl who doesn't exist in reality
He was the boy who is close to fantasy.
We are characters in a tragic love story;
Romeo was his first name
And Juliet was the girl who consumed me.

While Shakespeare's Juliet captured the heart of her Romeo,
My Romeo was stolen by somebody else.

We were living in two different worlds,
And the story of my life shows:
*"Not all Romeos and Juliets meet,
And I was that Juliet who never met her Romeo."

My sorrow,
Silent, unexpressed,
Burns me alone.
Expressed,
It burns millions.
We relieve nothing,
Share nothing.
Mere words,
And on gadgets
Having no feelings!

You don't know love till you've felt the pain
You don't know love till you've felt the pleasure
You don't know love till you're running down streets to find your love
You don't know love till you're begging for a second chance
You don't know love till you've met someone like me
You don't know love till it's gone
You don't know love till it tears your heart apart
You don't know love till it has chilled you to the bone

You who have made one false accusation on me
You who have blamed it all on me
You who refuses to see
You who refuses to know what's in me
You who refuses to understand
You who refuses to know.

I now see.
I now know.
Everything has changed.
You don't know me & I don't know you
** You don't know love

Death is life
Life is death
But nothing ever really dies...
As life continues its tests

I do not fear death...
I fear life instead
I fear living because I may not be a major success.
Yet, I still strive to do my best

I take life like a river that flows...
Slow and steady, not harsh and weary

Life is a game and death is its trophey...
As reincarnation occurs to give you second chances, to complete your souls journey.

Life is never ending, as your corpse rots...
Your soul is ever burning.
We are a spirit in a humans body...
We are ghosts in a seen form.

We are death as we **** mankind.
We are death as we destroy nature.
We are death in our own norm.

one man lies down cold on cardboard
another man in a warm feather bed

one man suffers for his art
one man steals another's ideas

one man gives it all he's got
another takes all he can

some folk reach out a helping hand
while others count the cost and do nothing.

"INKS OF TRUTH"

A dedication

For Soul Survivor

''~~~~~~
There's A City called Hello Poetry
And in this city,
Lives A Woman of many colours
A Poetess with a kind heart
A Poetess of Class
A Woman that loves to care for all
She's a kind soul
Meandering through this city,
She has a heart devoid of hate

* A Motherly nature
Always hoping everyone is well
Find this woman and
Appreciate her
For her heart is pure
And Soul too kind
Have you heard about Soul Survivor
Or call her Catherine Jarvis?
She is the woman
She is a Mother
A Mother of Hello poetry
Find her now and appreciate her*

Ovi Odiete©

Dedicated to Soul Survivor