"Missing Pieces"
I am scared to know the feeling,
When you've lost everything,
Because you got everything--
There's no more desire left.
Maybe that's why I tend to
Appreciate and draw near,
Stray curve and steer clear
From devouring all those stars.
It's best to have a feeling
Than go numb and lose fire,
Lose sight of that desire,
Because the cup was too full to be filled.
Imperfection keeps us alive.
How bitterly sweet it is for the death of a dream
To make life what it seem
And give us new reasons to live?
However, when life spoils us with granted dreams,
We'll live to exploit
And run on burning joy,
Forever losing the missing pieces
That make us live,
And choose to end,
What could not had happened,
If that piece remained missing in the abyss.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2017.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
