Love. What does love become in a world where Good and Evil have switched sides? In a world where, It’s light blinds, Revealing every path you shouldn’t take? Concealing every blessing in your hands, As darkness illuminates your hidden pain…
Love. Just, Why do I push it back into its resting place? When all I want is for Love to come my way…
Seems backwards, Doesn’t it? But, When does anything make sense any time you’re puzzled with, Your own existence? Question is, Does it even matter as we perish and awaken every morning until, The last second we’re winded with, Realities of death in your mind knowing that clocks keep ticking and, Never will it wait for you to make the right decision in, Time. Before you, Die. Without a second chance at, Life…
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