Penniless Pockets
Life is but an endless dream,
No one man can keep his hands
clean of the filth
that is deception.
Living is expensive and dying is so cheap,
None are awake, all are told when to sleep
No signs of life or emotion,
Not even a Peep.
Love reveals itself to those who look,
Those who seek happiness in the darkest
And
ugliest cracks and books
Those who aren’t scared of the fear
that comes with being in love.
Those who know that dead are above,
Those who feel the pure warmth
of people they have lost,
those who aren’t afraid to let go of the past.
-Tory Thompson
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