Where your soul is dismissed
You rely on the truth for finding a reason
To exist, love, hate, and perish
Bones to ashes we become
magnify on the time of losts and gain
How can we live when we're all struggling to breathe?
Truths become lies
Beauty becomes a phase
An illusion to find a reason to smile
And ask ourselves what made us happy while we lived
My understanding of how such a ****** up illusion can be so ugly that it becomes beautiful to indulge in the act of of finding who you are
What's a day when it's always night?
Ask yourself away
By: Leory Santana Dawn
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Where your soul is dismissed
You rely on the truth for finding a reason
To exist, love, hate, and perish
Bones to ashes we become
magnify on the time of losts and gain
How can we live when we're all struggling to breathe?
Truths become lies
Beauty becomes a phase
An illusion to find a reason to smile
And ask ourselves what made us happy while we lived
My understanding of how such a ****** up illusion can be so ugly that it becomes beautiful to indulge in the act of of finding who you are
What's a day when it's always night?
Ask yourself away
By: Leory Santana Dawn
Request permission to use this poem