How Ironic life is... <br />I smile- but the madness of a dying soul was written on my face. <br />I laugh- but serene sadness was painted on my eyes. <br />I talk and talk but hide the secrets <br />till i found myself in my own silence. <br />Silence is pure, but silence poisons the soul. <br />See me now broken as you made me whole before. <br /> <br />How ironic love is... <br />I drank the cup of Love <br />though i know it is poisonous. <br />Now i lost the man i loved the most. <br />And our story is lost in silence, <br />lost with the wind. <br />I cant remember how happy i had been. <br /> <br />How ironic love is... <br />he who survives me, snared my soul; <br />with a snare which bled me to death. <br />There is something about death like love itself. <br />Now i see myself as a lifeless soul; <br />like a broken-winged eagle facing his fall. <br /> <br />How ironic life is... <br />it started as fire, <br />till the fire is nothing but a light. <br />It takes life to understand this ironic life!<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ironic-life/
