Mystery

I wrote this poem on a bus I don't remember why but I know it was just below a half finished poem I was writing just second before. I had completely forgotten I even had this till I opened by book and saw it.

Mystery

If life's a mystery, one big mystery then why does it not give clues?

If life's a mystery, one big mystery then why am I not with you?

Oh life is cruel, oh yes its cruel and it tortures me with you.

Oh life's a fool, oh yes I'm a fool for believing in love with you.

So I pack up my bag, I gave life all I had and I bid my adieu.

As I leave at the door, I see you and I want to live life once more...

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