Filling
all the emptiness of a once loved heart,
Contradictory
as it may seem.
Who
are we to say that I or you have the right?
No
power to perform such immaturity.
Is
not a lie the buying of a conversation?
Even
if the conversation ends in betrayal.
For
bad would not know what it is without good.
Up
would not know its direction without down.
Is
the punishment not just,
Even
if the lesson is never learned.
One
shall never truly know,
For
not knowing might be the very perfection
Of
which its deceit is born.
If
life gave one every answer to one’s questions,
What
would be the reason to finding out what life truly is?
Today
I awoke with a mischievous mind,
And
fate directed or was it my belief
The
nerves which flowed through this questionable,
But
hollow house.
For
note that this is only my theory of space.
Touches
of inadequacy pleases the desires of content
To
be desirable of course.
Equal
yet different, but yet the same.
Same
but lost in communication.
Innocence
cannot judge
For
judgment isn’t made by one who is noble,
But
by one who knows how to truly forgive.
May
no tear shed without notice.
No
touch felt without passion.
No
words without meaning,
Be
your reason to not love.
-Tanjila Pettis
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