What Is Life
Life,
Something we live through,
Day after day.
But what does it mean?
Sometimes you get hurt,
Mentally or physically.
A cut on the knee,
Or suffering a broken heart.
But even through the hurt,
And the bad,
There's also happiness.
But there's no happiness without any pain.
Meaningless words.
They're said every day.
Such as 'I love you,'
Or 'This is the best day of my life.'
But what is love,
Or the best day of your life?
You don't really know,
For time only tells.
Mistakes that have been made,
They're already imprinted in time,
And the same stories will be told,
Throughout time after time.
All the good memories you've made,
Last longer than the mistakes.
The true memories,
You'll never erase.
Laughing,
Cheating,
Playing,
Hating.
Life is what you make of if,
And you only get one chance,
To live the life you love,
And love the life you live.
Copyright © Jazzlyn Barden | Year Posted 2015
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