For the daydream's misty hope,
For the goals for which we grope,
For the darkness after day,
And blissful joys which fade away.
For the broken heart who cries,
For ersatz smiles and happy lies,
For gilded fields for which we long,
And everliving, sighing songs.
There is no strength in love you say,
That game's a cursed one to play?
But I do know, that while love gives strife,
It gives happiness, sight, meaning and life.
Hm...now I just need a pen name.
1 comment:
Boo, this stuff's too deep and profound and bigwordage!! Hehe, it's good though, I like it lots, makes me feel inferior.
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