Enough of writing
the poems sad,
Seen everything
a lot I had.

Life has offered
a platter of taste,
Sweet sour bitter
nothing goes waste.

Gone through the highs
also seen the lows,
Against all odds
the life flows.

Forgotten the sweetness
but not the anger,
Hurtful moments
we tend to remember.

When the heart breaks
the writings are born,
Pens bleed poems
when the souls are torn.

Most of us write
their pain and hurts,
Express themselves
when the life *****.

Have joined HP
for honest release,
The sadness, hurt,
pain and grief.

It doesn't mean
that we're sad forever,
The happiness exists, but
the pain always takes over.

Uplifting everyone
To make them dance
To spread the love
warmth and romance

Remembering the good
forgetting the wrong,
When shall I write
**The love song?