All my life is just a series of coincidences, nothing more.
All my men,
All my thoughts,
All my poems, and all my actions.
There are times when I think the Universe mocks me.
When I live,
When I hate,
When I try
To live like others, and it’s always fake.
I’m afraid my relationships with him
Can be a joke,
Or can be fake,
Can be just another coincidence.
Yes, I know, the Universe loves to mock,
But how
Can I love If I know it can be taken from me cruelly?
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2025 09:21
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for challenge 100 days of poems on tumblr.
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Comments1
A poem of trust that is dependent on others. Trust needs to begin with oneself before it reaches others. Nicely done
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