stop your foolish complaints
stop saying your life is hell
Your sighs are not of sorrow
your cries are not really tears
It is all an act
You seek attention
you big little kid
You know you will have to let go off her
Whether it be death or time
You got to walk on your own now
or your suffering will last
When you say your life sucks
Did you keep in mind
that yours is not the worst?
That others also cry
Yours is paradise
compared to their dismal
My words may hurt your tender heart
But I hope you they hunt you at night
Think about it everyday
Until you realize
That lies they ain't
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We are prisoners of our own desires.
Well.... I-I did not actually wished to do this. But my friend said I should keep my poems in here . Since most of them are in paper and tend to get lost .
Technically this is just a place were my old and new poems shall reside.
Just to answer
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I absolutely love your writing; you are simply too awesome ;D