a seed of sand a jolt of liquid,
the mixure of growth and wisdom,
so everyone says,
but day after day the misery and pain,
suffered by someone,
life to them id just one big,
messed up deep emotional,
box,
fake smiles, words are wrong,
just to please the poeple around who,
know,
that there are to mend the halls,
or mirrors,
the pure soild gold hearted,
was rewarded,
with the sight of love and happiness
to be human is to feel pain and emotions and love keep up the good work. from the heart and soul as good as all the poems
beautiful...to be messed up is to be human..great poetry. -SG xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to feel all the pain in the heart just proofs we are alive and living and not machines