To live in a world of saught perfection.
To breathe in air of distraught affection.
It's the reason stars plummet and waters molest.
It's the joy we posses being put to the test.
Life may be short, but death may be shorter.
Death may be sad, but life can be sadder.
Life may be intricate, this I nod true,
Yet we weep over the simplicity of death too.
Look to your left and you'll glimpse a tear,
I trace of sorrow birthed by fear.
Glance to your right and you'll notice a smile,
A portion of magic made by hates denial.
Must it all lie on scales of compare and contrast?
How can bliss be if we don't let it last...
Let us believe in the beauty within,
And widen the bridge of esteem we find so thin.
This is my first poem so it isn't very good.
