Life is not a bed of roses, it has never been;
Of all the riches and pleasures, I’ve seen;
Life is not a bed of thorns, it has never been;
Of all the sadness and perils I’ve seen;
Is it not worth a life…living it unlived?
People don’t realize…..life’s not about living;
Love maybe about sharing and caring;
But life is about dying and daring;
Who said life is fair and love is sweet;
Stripped and torn bare, betrayal is all you meet;
Dying a thousand deaths, just to live for a moment;
You sacrifice everything, left with no tears to lament;
Braving the odds, and weathering in the storm;
Grief is your best friend and sadness becomes the norm;
Belief is the spark; you’re left to hold on to always;
Just to get yourself burnt, waiting for better days;
Life is a bed of roses; you realize when it’s gone;
With no more petals, and no one to lean on;
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