LOVE OR STRIFE
Poem |
The thing with dying is losing who you love,
But what is to lose?
When those you love are dead,
And the ones alive are dead on the inside,
Torn apart like particles on earth
Scattered like stars in the sky
And disjointed like broken bones
What is there to love,
in a broken person.
So it is to die or live
To love or strife.
BobMayor
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