Poezie

The odds and life

1 min lectură·6 februarie 2011

Mediu

We are wiser now,

But I still find myself catching fire

Every once in a while.

And it\'s for those moments that I crave

I hunger for that self professed agony

that can only be brought by oneself

through careless and profound falling.

We are of the damaged men

as we throw our sanity to the mercy

of doubtful, sinful feelings.

And over futile odds

I can always sense how my heart\'s desire

is never to be full again,

but better still to ache continuously

for something as hazardous as happiness.

So the battle is carried on indefinitely

each scar is laughed at by the gods,

but I know how they envy us

for we can feel ourselves breaking

and still live with thoughts of clear, ever lasting love.

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