Belief
Metamorphosis; can I really get a witness?
Searching for a loving kiss, waiting here for her lips.
Love makes your face change,
Getting better with age.
Happy days are back again.
The truth is the only way.
What more can I say?
Lover evolution; love’s an institution.
A body lies alone, lacking devotion.
One hand needs a second,
Fates date is pre-beckoned.
Death is always calling,
Tired of always falling.
Fighting the mortal coil,
Hoping to plant in the soil.
Waiting for life to grow.
Trying to hold a precious soul.
Words become pictures,
They could write a story of pure bliss,
But nobody would ever believe in it.
So tell me what I should think.
Faith in the faithless,
Apathy requires less.
This life I lead has been one Hell of a test.
Maybe I’m not ready yet.
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Aa Harvey (
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Comments2
I keep trying to believe in those pictures.
I sense some hope at the end of this poignant write
Thank you.
I believe too, but sometimes it is hard to keep believing.
The ending is a fearful hope, I think, 'Maybe' I'm not ready yet.
Peace, love and empathy.
Peace love and empathy are always welcome here 😌
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