WARNING: 12 or so+ What is love? What is passion? What is hope? What are they really? Are they connected? Or do they pass each other by like strangers on the street? We, God's children are all connected, like trees and shrubs we share roots, an interlinking bond that serves as a life source for many. Yet we fear to stretch out and use it. Both for our benefit and others. We act as if it is shameful to use our connections, to seek help. Why must I feel this way? Every time I experience the unknown, and it goes wrong. I fear I'll be cu+ by a kn!f3 sharper than any other. Judgement is a d3@dly w3@pon that drives people to an early end. And those who experience the loss of them, feel a heavy pain, one that they can never truly recover from. And for you, dear reader, I ask the question. . . Why?
XD, pls no report ;-; My only poetry is depressing so far xD
