And it makes me sad to see,
how foolish some people can be;
succumbing to the will of their peers,
unaware that their cheers are not cheers;
and how I love to burst their dreamy bubble,
as they do then encounter trouble;
for they care too much about judging people,
digging themselves their own little steeple;
and it's not right for them to be thinking,
that they are not the ones sinking;
because outcasts have so better a role,
that deals with no definite falling hole;
so how then can we compare,
the ones who trust and ones who dare?
As we all know that the winner,
will never end up being the sinner.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
