There are things that we do not believe,
Others that we mustn't forget.
Some that are vile, unpleasant.
Signs and symbols, guideposts to the lost.
Motions well rehearsed, learnt to protect.
Ever so measured, we become pained.
Lie to me once again, make me less pained.
Whisper words worthless and make me believe.
We all must find a haven, a place of protect.
Lie with me and the past lets forget.
Hug me to your bosom, in that warmth I'll get lost,
To forget all things vile and unpleasant.
Our life's been unpleasant,
Gargled breaths, punctured lungs, pained.
Life's best gift would, it be lost.
For in bliss and happiness i do not believe,
Anymore less than in the virtue of self-forget.
We all must find a haven, a place of protect.
What is it we are struggling to protect ?
You and I, that we'd endure the unpleasant ?
For in forced grace, we often forget.
Pretend' pro tem, but know that love'd be pained.
In the end you too will believe
That love you I did, and somehow now its lost.
I have sacrificed a lot, what have I lost ?
All these I have done, your interest to protect
For I did not complain or lament I believe.
But time has passed, memories grown unpleasant
Present protean from pasts pained
Gravid with optimism, ago to forget.
'Tis sunny now, and easy to forget
Recently was a past I came from almost lost,
From a new kind of choke I'm pained.
Agnosia to the past, our present to protect.
To forget all things vile and unpleasant,
Uncertainty rings Like a gong, but you've made me believe.
I believe
And i choose to forget
All that was vile and unpleasant
Try to recover all that we've lost,
Always from now our love to protect
From all that might make it pained.
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PoetryA short collection of poems, thoughts and fantasies. most of us have them, voicing them, or rather putting them down on paper for the whole world to read becomes a daunting task. But Hey, It might just be that we all have them, only in different ver...
