REALITY |Poem|

REALITY

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When reality hits that makes widow eye weep.

All she do is face away and cry,

Can't stand nor rise, just deep sad inside,

Hear not seem be better by morning.
So is reality still longer what is hurt.

Nobody sees what's actually wrong,

Girls at middle school and all this pressure,

Getting abused and being called a mong,
Have put on black and loving mourners
Looking with pretty ruth upon your pain.

All the sweet tones she listens
Forthwith deep into a tear.
That on herself such murderous pain commits.

The world will be her window, and still weep

Then will swear beauty herself is black.
You have seen roses damask'd, white and red
The mistress reality are nothing like the sun.

And were once kind unfriends now,

Even, commits herself who have lived for crime,
Or have not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all, and more by paying too much pains

Friends are leaving and moving on,
And weeping and sorrow are still her night.

Look, what reality cannot shine
Commit to these waste blanks and constantly cry,
Weep to have that which it fear to lose
But see no way out but die,

What's the point living in a lie?
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me as ransom of pain being payed.

That in black ink her pain shall still shine no longer,
Painting her age with beauty of pains,
Her pain shall in these black lines be defaced.
If all were minded so, the time should cease,
And they sing shall live, and she in them still green.

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