Oxymoron Of Ordered Chaos Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Oxymoron Of Ordered Chaos



Even in a blind state of sadness.
You are still in a mixed state of happiness.
For your lack of sight makes you happy as ignorance become your bliss.
Just a thought of forgetfulness in this oxymoron of ordered chaos.

Monday, October 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness,happy
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