World
What a world we live in
Where flowers can shine as brightly as lovers' eyes
and remind us of them
Where raindrops on glass can elicit pure bliss
or cause shakiness of breath
What a world we live in
In which calamity can wreak such havoc
ready to strike
Awaits as eagerness to prove the existence of love
through perfect nights
What a world we live in
Where existential dread looms just beyond the corner of
and purely due to
The most incredible, joyous, life-giving things
of which there are few
What a world I live in
Where the exclusive, most intense of thought
horridly, ruminating
Are of the most loving, destructive, kind evil
known to this life I'm living
What a world I'll live in
Unfortunately, perpetually, begrudgingly, fully
I really wish I wouldn't
Out of pure spite, resentment, revenge, and memory
Of when I thought I couldn't
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