The barren frames of life

When you're fond of something, saying goodbye is almost uncomprehendable

That something you're fond of, has sometimes preformed miracles

To think of it ending, a part of you dies

That thing gave you hope, and now it's time for goodbyes

A part of you thinks it'll come back and prove worthy again

But the other part sits back, knowing it is now at an end

a swell of emotions in your throat

you can barely let out a croak

this thing, it gave you hope

but now that thing,

is now at an ending

so say goodbye

and wipe those tears from your eyes

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normally, that thing is a person

i believe that everyone has a soul mate

maybe not a mate to mate with, but a mate to play with

a mate that fathers them, mothers them, teaches them

that guides them

they help you become a better person

and suddenly, they're ripped away from you

they were a part of you

they embedded into your soul

they were the tide and you're the sea shore

not wanting them to pull away, you want more

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death is a scary thing to think about

not for yourself, but for others

everyone is walking around aimlessly, not knowing the point of life

so confused by the lack of knowledge that does not make itself known

so we find people we like, and we stay with them

but eventually they die, leaving us alone

sometimes being alone is what a person needs, to find peace

but for all eternity, it's sure to cause insanity

there will be a pit in your stomach

a hole in your heart

maybe death for yourself would be better. then you wouldn't be able to feel the loneliness

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emotion is a big responsibility

but not everyone can handle it, and handle the capability

independence is important

it teaches you how to handle surviving on your own

it helps cope with reality

the reality that sometimes, people leave

but sometimes that knowledge cannot prepare you for the real thing

this world, it's mean

it leaves everyone by themselves

but when by yourself, you have to find a way to make you feel like there's hope

that's why the idea of soul mates were made

someone took that emotion and put it into words

someone took those words, to help make it not hurt

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the pain of reality it stings

the pain of reality, it's soaring with its wings

you need to shoot that bird in the head

that way you won't wind up with feelings unsaid

find things to make yourself happy about

put forth the effort don't let yourself mope and pout

emptiness is not fun

that's why we lie, that's why we shun

adults are so settled with the grim reality that there is

they've forgotten imagination, how to jump on in

it's why it's frowned upon to be optimistic

you walk, oozing hope and happiness

and others are too stuck in their ways of being pessimistic

they're too focused on what they've been given in life

and not what they can make out of it

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yes, reality itself is bare and unfair

its glum and sad

its empty and depressing

but you can take that broken frame

and you can decorate it

have some fun, don't focus on the frame

your life is the painting inside of it

reality is just the beginning

but life itself is the opening

the opening to finding joy within yourself

the opening to feeling free and full

the opening to peace

once that comprehension goes through

the wheels of life take over and take you on a ride

you can either hold on tight

or you can let go, and fall back to the frames, to the barren place where you start

but life itself is art.

and you can either focus on the frame it's trapped in

or you can admire it's beauty, and sit back with a proud grin

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