What A Poet Thinks

Fighting For What's Right

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Cheers to the broken hearts we mended,

Our scars in the fight, intricately blended;

Cheers to the thoughts that could wreck us with ease,

Yet, couldn't harm more than give death a tease.

Trying to be better, the pressure on another bar,

Burning away the past memories, to forgotten tar;

Euphoric moments, short but sustained,

Running away from the sins we wish to abstain.

People look at us with disgust, our face tainted by battles,

Yet we fight till we break through numerous shackles;

Crossing paths along roses that bear thorns,

We sprint with injured feet to break the devil's horns.

The influence is broken, the ticket of love is a token,

Each wants to have, yet cannot be stolen;

Earned with respect, affection obtained,

We found the secret to being happy, the recipe, unexplained....