Poems

Oh life…

Yes my darling, yes. I have chosen you.
I have picked your soul to mess around.
To mess around and show you what a real life is.
Life is not a fairytale, filled with princes and princesses.
Not everyone gets a chance. Life is not just field of flowers, but a battle ground.
Where you can die so many times. But only you can choose to rise again.
To see what future will bring you.
I will make you cry, break your heart in to the pieces and forget to glue it together.
I chose to erase your soul, throw it in some dark corner, to see if you can find it. I have chosen you, because I believe that you can make it.
Make me proud my darling, or will you be my slave all eternity.

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