Friday, January 10, 2025

Random Leaf #1692

Given the chance,
to burn the entire city,
you gave it warmth.

Given the chance,
to crush anything and everything you hate,
you started saving people.

Given the chance,
to scream and complain and rightfully be heard
you started singing.

You chose beauty,
you chose kindness,
you chose to give.

Some things no one chose for you,
You commit to selflessness
and still in the end, you're alone.

Somewhere high up, overlooking the trivialities,
You contemplate on the what ifs
and all you have is nothing but a worn out smile on your face.

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