Smile
The one thy gave to thine
Making it purer as wine
Never am this fine.
Love
Defines my reality
But you are just a fantasy
Hidden... full of mystery.
Hate
Lingers to the present
Loving you-- I just can't.
Time isn't well spent.
Hope
Wants me to in poetries,
Not just in the abyss
Nor in any Fantasies.
Live
As though you have all to give,
As though you can't grieve.
Like most- just believe.
©czarmadz
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