On stage, pride-filled lies are met with thunderous applause,
With
looks like artificial roses, without a cause,
Soon
they will wither in the lines where peace is penned,
Forgive
yourself with the mercy you to others tend.
From
clouds of plenty, sorrow learned to fall,
A
spinning wound that named itself in all…
I
turned its face, yet truth refused to bend,
My heart
and yours could never meet nor blend.
And once
again, a deeper thought will fill your mind's domain;
When
fate sees you surrounded by your sorrows and your pain,
You'll
learn that life begins anew exactly where it ceased;
Like
cold tears drifting from a movie frame, forever released.
Even
if you do not love, keep poets by your side;
Though
love’s bullet wounds you, wear it with your pride.
Though
longing sets you ablaze, in old memories abide.
For
every passing minute is a theft, we cannot hide.
Take my
word for it
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