We live, we love, we die

 

Loneliness will always be loneliness
After all, it always feels the same.
Through sickness, sadness or happiness
It cuts through the soul and prolongs the pain.

The life we live we hate, we make or enjoy
Most times we perceive, deceive, dictate or destroy.
In meaningful times we perpetuate its purpose
In lowly times, we often feel like it’s worthless.

 

Though we are supposed to live to love
Or rather to love to live,
We do hope for scintillating wit from above
To give something we don’t easily truly receive.

So we choose to love at the right time and for the right reasons
Otherwise, the feelings are benign or come with certain seasons.
We choose to take a risk or risk to take it all
Cause when we’re hardest hit comes the hardest fall.

 

Above all we live, then we love and we die
Try as we may, it all comes to an end as we in a box lie.
To be placed six feet under, then erased from active memory
Hope to go to a place yonder, but become just a part of history.

Yes we die,
To own a grave in which we lie
For we had loved in a life we did not deny.
And fair is fair, so we must believe
That love is life, we die to receive.

 

Yes,
The best thing is to die whilst you’re alive
Only then you know that your love will live and truly survive.
So, please live, die, then love and live
Cause love is once, life is twice and death conceives