how many things do we let slip by, the dreams we hold within minds eye, the things we hold within our heart, the hopes with which we'd never part, the joy of laughter we must tame, the lust for life that we disclaim, the smile that might yet touch our lips, the love in reach of fingertips. how often do we close our eyes, when something precious in us dies? we cheat ourselves, time and again, we live the lives that cause us pain. we take the choice that makes us bleed, and ignore the things inside we need. so what reward we get from this? perhaps eternities of bliss, but then perhaps it's all for nought, that we all do the things we ought, no just reward will be our fate, we just become the things we hate.
Reason for writing:
kind of inspired by oscar wilde, i wrote most of the stuff i've posted
so far a few years ago, hope i've improved beyond this, but let me know what you think
Birth sign: Aries
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