Poems are endured and love by the sad only
Songs are enjoyed by the ecstatic one's
To the broken, ignored and left lonely
The pure, loved and who smile like the sun
Everyone search one truly majestic
Only to be fooled, betrayed, a tragic
Soft touch and sweet kiss, love is chaotic
Climb, run, jump, save the world and be epic
Strange how the mind works, full of mysteries
And we become outsiders to ourselves
But we find ourselves making great stories
We alone suffer this fate to ourselves
Breathing, evolving to beautiful beings
Poems are written and the blissful one's sings
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
Poems are endured and love by the sad only
Songs are enjoyed by the ecstatic one's
To the broken, ignored and left lonely
The pure, loved and who smile like the sun
Everyone search one truly majestic
Only to be fooled, betrayed, a tragic
Soft touch and sweet kiss, love is chaotic
Climb, run, jump, save the world and be epic
Strange how the mind works, full of mysteries
And we become outsiders to ourselves
But we find ourselves making great stories
We alone suffer this fate to ourselves
Breathing, evolving to beautiful beings
Poems are written and the blissful one's sings
