Praise The Roads That Don'T Lead To Love Poem by Bella Magik

Why deny these mountains made of molehills
Burn the bridge before you've gone across
Chase the rolling stone of your decisions
To see if it has gathered greener moss

Wish upon a star that isn't falling
Rest in peaceful calm before the storm
Stifle praise, for every brilliant sunrise
Makes you draw the covers to outline your own form

Shoot only at the bulls eye on the heart
Of the ones who love your each and every part
Ignore the penny lost upon the street
Do you dance, or only tap your feet?

Recant the legend of the treasure chest
To love your worst because I loved your best
Seek gloried heavens up above
Praise all the roads that don't lead us to love.