Their Sorrow
Life is
but a show
for stars
the moon
and the sun.
Emotions are
for little kids
as they play
and run.
Love is
just a fairytale
from books
from poems
never to be won.
Living is
just a dream
from which
we never wake.
Feelings are
awful things
their pain
their sorrow
strong they ache.
Love is
but a fantasy
never a reality
never can partake.
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