Why can't life be like the words in my poetry,
Why can't this kind of emotion be, as easy to see to this world as it is to me. Or am I the one who is playing pretend, our my emotions something the world can't contend. And if so why do I continue to defend, and try to mend, the tears seen only through my eyes to comprehend. Life should be a fairy tail easily told with a rhyme, and it should stand the test of time.
Sadly written are these words never our reality, if only we knew they would be our immortality. How life in the end always fits into words on a paper.
©justin_ur
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