I'm winning at losing
But I'm losing at winning
I'm ready for the ending
But I'm stuck at the beginning
I hate to love
What I love to hate
So I kept this place
Just a vacant space
I lied for a living
Now I'm living a lie
When time to start giving
I was given time
I was lost in life
But I never lost my life
My choices had a price
Look what it cost my life
I asked and received
And received what I asked
So why am I incomplete
With all the things that I have
I've found what I lost
Then I lost what I've found
I never looked up
Until it all fell down
When I learned to love
That's when I learned from love
That every perfect gift
Comes from above
Somewhere lies the truth
But the truth is told with lies
This became the battle
Between me, myself, and I
When I learned to love That's when I learned from love That every perfect gift Comes from above.....a wonderful realization....... but at the end the battle between, myself and i. thank you very much dear poetess
i love your truth; Know you are your worst enemy. Here's to new beginnings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very profound in an unique and fun way. Well done! !