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Winning
I don’t know,
What is winning.
Is it real,
Or just a figment of human imagination.
Cause to you you may have won,
But to me I was the victor.
Or was this a case of strategy?
You won the battle,
But I won the war.
I will never know,
Cause even though the seasons will pass,
My love for you you will never know.
You may think it will wither,
But surely it will grow.
If only I hadn’t started a fight,
With the one I loved,
And would see no more.
Red yellow green and pink?
Red yellow green and pink,
Are the colors my parents told me day I day.
Red for love,
Yellow for happiness,
Green for intelligence,
And pink for speciality.
Red yellow green and pink,
Are the colors my parents used to say,
Before they took my life away.
Roman Empire
Our love was like he Roman Empire,
Powerful and risky.
It was brilliant,
Yet odd;
What we were missing I don’t know.
But like the Roman Empire,
It all came crashing down.
All because if one thing,
The object of endurance.
Abortion
As he said abort the mission,
I aborted life
I was like a rusty chair,
Old and unliked.
If I had only listened,
To not let go,
But to prosper.
The short life
As I wake up,
I smell the roses .
The sweet sweet aroma,
Of life.
And u thought,
To live,
To love,
I prosper.
As in about to live another day,
A big black figure comes and steals my life away.
To live,
To love,
To prosper.
Shadows
Bad people erase the beauty in life,
They lurk in the shadows,
Where things whither and die.
Bad people erase the beauty in life,
They take out the sense to all things with love,
For they will do anything,
Even kill the one they love.
Bad people erase the beauty in life,
That’s why they are the ones that will die.
Rebirth
A man once said,” those who don’t love don’t forget.”
That those who remember relive
That the become again
Yet that makes me wonder,” do those who love , live?”
Chirp
The chirp of life,
That fulfills the air.
It takes up my life
For I am the tree
While I wait
For the bird to chirp and to sing
But this bird does not want to fly
Go cherish to bloom
To take up the sky
Instead she waits
On this tree
Forever more
Wanting to be
Touched,
Loved,
And cherished by me
The reason for her is that she’s smaller than most,
But she stays alive and that’s a reason to boast
Yet I tell her she’s fine at every clocks,”dong”
That,” The prettiest birds sing the prettiest songs.”
What is death
What is death?
Is it me?
Or is it you?
Or maybe it’s something that I’m supposed to be?