it is in the language
of the stars
and the secrets
of the leafs
it is the smile
and laughter of children
it is a tear blooming
into an ocean
it is the lost sands
stranded on the shores
that time has forgotten
it is the infinte sorry
only eternity can hold
it is a blanket of forgiveness
warming the beds of sin
it is the lips
and the color
of a first kiss
it is the serenity
of a dying breath
it is the birth and life
and beauty of love
it is loves lust
and desires prayers
it is yesterday's tomorrow
and todays yesterdary
it is the here
and the now
it is the air in our lungs
and the song of our hearts
it is the blood and marrow
of our souls
poetry is in everything
and everything is poetry
poetry holds onto
what death takes away
so we will know
that no matter how long we live
life
is always
too short
so always remember
do not squander this gift away
this may be
your once in a lifetime life
this could be the only
heaven you walk through
the only hell you suffer in
poetry does not lie
so in no circumstance
ever
lie to poetry
poets however will lie
almost always
except for the ones who don't
they always tell the truth
the devil cheats at dice
and every other game he plays
and even angels can decive
be careful in who you belive
always be kind
hug daily and often
love who you love
no matter the odds
or situation
or how ridiculous
or improbable
or illogical it may seem
break the rules
when you must
trust your gut
and belive in your heart
it may not work out in your favor
it may break you
and if it does
it will feel terribly unbearable
but you will get through it
eventually
it will not always seem fair
it will not always feel good
but in the end
love
is what will make it
look beautiful
when you take
your last look back
at the life
that no matter how long it was
will have been too short
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
it is in the language
of the stars
and the secrets
of the leafs
it is the smile
and laughter of children
it is a tear blooming
into an ocean
it is the lost sands
stranded on the shores
that time has forgotten
it is the infinte sorry
only eternity can hold
it is a blanket of forgiveness
warming the beds of sin
it is the lips
and the color
of a first kiss
it is the serenity
of a dying breath
it is the birth and life
and beauty of love
it is loves lust
and desires prayers
it is yesterday's tomorrow
and todays yesterdary
it is the here
and the now
it is the air in our lungs
and the song of our hearts
it is the blood and marrow
of our souls
poetry is in everything
and everything is poetry
poetry holds onto
what death takes away
so we will know
that no matter how long we live
life
is always
too short
so always remember
do not squander this gift away
this may be
your once in a lifetime life
this could be the only
heaven you walk through
the only hell you suffer in
poetry does not lie
so in no circumstance
ever
lie to poetry
poets however will lie
almost always
except for the ones who don't
they always tell the truth
the devil cheats at dice
and every other game he plays
and even angels can decive
be careful in who you belive
always be kind
hug daily and often
love who you love
no matter the odds
or situation
or how ridiculous
or improbable
or illogical it may seem
break the rules
when you must
trust your gut
and belive in your heart
it may not work out in your favor
it may break you
and if it does
it will feel terribly unbearable
but you will get through it
eventually
it will not always seem fair
it will not always feel good
but in the end
love
is what will make it
look beautiful
when you take
your last look back
at the life
that no matter how long it was
will have been too short
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