Sometimes life isn't all it seems
It stages itself as though all it did was blossom
No one warned that the blossom bore forth thorns
Friends wax up the space
Some make the blossom peaceful
Some increase the thorns strength
In times of perils, those who truly know u would stay
In times of aid, those who truly know u would pray,
True friends stick faster than glue during dark times.
Dark times filling up the mind
The mind a weapon of creation and destruction
Strengthens one's will and dampens it at the same
The strength of your will is the strength of your mind
Make ways for peaceful thought as though you are alone
Thoughts, words, motion
Both filled with boundless emotions
Always be yourself, and those who know u
Have no reason to be surprised.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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