Life, filled with cries
When people lie.
Bringing tears but hoping not to die.
Messing with the heart while looking in the eyes,
Faking love and say not to temper with.
Could be better without fears but it makes it whole.
Where is peace?
We choose it but it doesn't choose us
We wish for it but crave for violence.
Where goes the pain of the heart?
Living each day with sigh,
Hoping to make meaning of better.
Good days move so fast
They write the beautiful memories.
Tapping into the joy, flies time
When will it ever last?
They say life is what we make it
What then is that what life makes us?
©ronmey
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