A Wound

Why do people live, but one day dies,
Why do woman loves,but one day cries
Why when everything seems perfect,
All of a sudden a catastrophe arrives

They say that when you love, you’re mentally ill
Sometimes, when you’re in a cloud 9,
You gamble principles and risk your dreams
But what the hell is wrong with love?

It makes you crazy.
It makes you smile.
It makes you inspired
Or makes you cry.

Life is what we make it
Either to give up or survive
In this world of changes,
There can be no turning back

After all, we are just mortals
With emotions and limitations
One day, we’ll all gonna die
What matters, is the good deeds we left behind.

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