kira swart


This Is My Riddle - Poem by kira swart

Here is a riddle for you to see, if u have the answer come give it to me.

You live to die, you'r happy but you sigh.

But when you live to die, do you die to live?

You'r life will be a lie, you will never know how to take you'r love and try to give.

What I feel, is what god and I made with a deel.

We have the love, we have the hate, we have the power, but its all so sour.

If you wish you are dead, maybe some day you will find you'r self dead on you'r bed.

Don't give up and try till you fail, then you can stop to follow the trail.

You live to die, you'r happy but you sigh.

But when you live to die, do you die to live?

You'r life will be a lie, you will never know how to take you'r love and try to give.

That is the end of my riddle, and tell me if you found you'r self in the middle.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011


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