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Sadness in The Corner

There is sadness in the corner.

A beautiful sadness that calls to me, many a day, and I can’t help but follow. I can’t help but wonder why.

When life is ever so dear, and joy is found sweetly in the eyes of the ones I love, why is the sadness in the corner? When the rest of the room is flooded with colour; the corner.

Why is it aching, why is it grey?

Whole and beautiful life is here,

but the corner.

Why is there sadness in the corner?

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Poetry

For Love

People call them

boundaries.

I just call them walls.

To keep the love in.

Or out.

I could use a boundary

or two.

But what would I be

if it wasn’t for love?

What would I be

if it wasn’t

for love?