I can’t understand life sometimes…
Is it here to help?
Or is it here to torture?
Or is it even both?
I want to figure it out,
But you know what?
Life sometimes though can just bring you wonders…
It’s so wonderful and perfect,
Yet everyone knows it can’t ever last long or forever…
What about it?
Perfection in life is rare and great,
But it can’t last no matter what…
That’s the way that life is though you know?
If there was something as perfect forever,
Then what would be the point of living?
There has to be bad and good things in life,
To make a real life…
Life is what you make of it can be boreing and it can be great but it all depends on you
I think its a good poem but lots of questioning makes it somewhat confusing but it is a good poem or atleast I think it is.
That's a good poem, the questions in it make the reader really think, which is only a positive thing. ^^ Anyways, I liked it a lot, but you still have a long way to walk before you can make excellent poems. By saying that I mean no offence. Just constructive critisism.