Believe



I believe in broken kisses, which almost touch the lips of our soul.
There is a certain honesty to them, which makes that one moment of vulnerability, the purest of them all.
I believe in empty houses, which have the remnants of dissipating laughter.
The void of which, reminds us of fleeting instances of happiness.
I believe in happy tears, which overwhelm us.
It reminds us of our susceptibility to love, in a world that haunts the souls of our ancestors.
I believe in bittersweet endings, which are never meant to be.
It makes us brave, because not all relationships can have a purpose.
I believe in our insecure demons, which terrifies our spirit.
It gives us hope and courage, for not all demons are under our beds.
I believe in a lover’s laugh, that lifts your conscience.
For a plastic world can hold only so much of reality.
I believe in half-hearted smiles, which reassures us.
Only the bravest of them all, can hold the burden of mankind.
I believe in the courage of a mother, that accepts our adulthood.
For protection is an instinct, strength is a skill.
I believe in singing meadows and unfiltered sunshine.
Because fresh air is a luxury, not everyone can afford.
I believe in special people, that aren’t so sure.
Not everyone can have the faith to be there for themselves.
I believe in a thousand happy tales, which surround us.
Negativity is ease to accept, difficult to overcome.
I believe in the tomorrow, that haunts us.
Because only the wait for tomorrow, can make us live our today.

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