We all are thieves, thieves of love
Where is that peace? That flying white dove?
Stealing that happiness away from self,
Often getting depressed, crying for help.
Submitted by: Vanshika Gur
There’s life and then there’s us, humans, who make it beautiful and deadly, all at the same time. This world is so beautiful but the more deep we go, the more either deadly or beautiful, it becomes. We breathe, we love, we die in our thoughts but still we live every day. It’s a journey, through hell and heaven, we fly and then there’s a fire beneath them.