I Write Poetry

when words became cheap & principles are sold.
I take a deep breath & on mine try to hold.
they like to sound meaningless these days.
when the cruel intentions jump up there ways.

So...

I felt sorry for love sorry for what it became.
I hide my love I hide it as hiding my shame.
I wipe my tears for what has used to be
A testimony saying that you belong to me.

But...

I figured out for once that I was wrong
I started to remember that old song
A world without love? there is no such thing!
A world without feelings? what joy does it bring?