sound of truht

Thu, 06/02/2016 - 02:57 -- JesseEN

Discerning  I learned not to believer in people;

those who hide truth to see light and the one.

The whole or the source of my way of being,

experience is ignorance moving away from

ourselves living being pain or just faded joy.

 

Do you thing in the other that may be wise

to comprehend and to see what they don't.

I stop praying and just living fait

in its place is conviction and drive to produce.

Creative me? oh sweet I am. But I am not

 

a subject to be under estimate.

As the tiger that rest

conserving its energy to hunt a feast.

Shooting and raking, tearing and feden.

on those who lower them to be destroyed

to reconstruct them and making them

 

to give away a precious article of beauty.

Our heart shatter hundreds of times .

Living us just asking why we fools

have to be that gritty to endure such torture.

Being in love, you inconsiderate heart and the sours

is noting but an request of emotions.

 

We just dance the melodies we asked for

learning to dance so we can thrive.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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