What?
What is light?
When there is only dark?
What is love?
When it comes to a broken heart?
What are words?
When there are no books?
What good is a world,
When we're judged solely on looks?
What is a promise?
When it is destined to be broken?
What is the use of over thinking?
When every thought goes unspoken?
What good is ignorance?
When there is still pain?
As harsh it is, what would any of us be?
If there wasnt such thing as societies game?
What is life?
When there are no feelings?
What good is pain?
When there are no healings?
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The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
