“Out of all the treasures we seek in life, there is nothing so precious or so scarce as reciprocated romantic love.”
wondering if I’ll ever get back again…
Riding on a wave of self sorrow,
Yesterday and tomorrow I deny a friend.
A world on the brink of disaster,
Eroding faster and faster in dirt….
Collectively being so broken,
hatred being a token born of hurt.
Yet through all of the darkened thoughts above,
The only way out comes back to simple love.
And all the peacemakers shake their minds,
and the bastards of war break their spines…
On thoughts of love, be it yours or mine,
it always comes back to love of any kind.
I don’t understand people going hungry,
When we just throw food away,
Don’t understand the misery,
we are causing everyday.
I don’t understand why people are homeless,
In a world of empty spaces.
Don’t understand the tragedies,
Between the gender and races.
We have lost the plot, all for naught,
Simple thing of greed.
thinking possessions are life,
and all wants are needs.
I can’t explain, my own disdain,
For the things we try to do,
Everything was free by the gods,
Yet here we are are writing I.O.U.s