Why are all the poems I read,
about broken tears,
and people in need,
why instead can't they be about,
love and forgiveness,
instead of people wanting to scream and shout,
why is the world in a constant state of sorrow,
the sun may not shine through the clouds today,
but it will tomorrow,
so write about the happy faces,
smiling all around you,
not the hollow spaces,
that confine you,
don't worry about life,
you'll make it some day,
so put down the knife,
you can't solve anything that way. |
