The voices of hope......
Screaming for lives..
Were not fulfilled
The truth is
We can't handle the truth
Take me to the place...
Where the weather
Is fine all around
We could live
Till the world
Is no longer exists...
and remember
The arts of love
Implies to flirtation
Your longing....
Is descriptive
Well painted
onto the canvas of psychopath
A journey without destiny...
Is a long lost destination
Only the determined
Would understand
and nodded
Wow, this poem is so great! But unfortunately, we all have destiny to do, If I have many choises without destiny, , I'll pick up the happy ending one, , Everyone either, , But the truth, we have to face the truth, , Love this one! Regards, Naru Kaede, ,
DESTINY, , , , everybody has its own...it depends on how you drive yourself into the destiny you wanted to be...uhummmm...another poem i read from you...can i kiss u for being a talented and gifted poet? mmmmmmuah, thats not a reward, , , , but its not a punishment ha..its just a sort of saying GOODNGHT...
Nice I liked it Well, some how Souls started to Lose the Hope Thx for sharing
This poem carries a big lesson in it. I really love it
Catching title once again and the poem is very touching. Well done 'The truth is we can't handle the truth' my favorite part
i can't explain to you how beautiful this poem is.. all i can say is utterly amazing..~Hazel G.E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true 'The truth is We can't handle the truth' +10 anjali