Poems from mhollar1
How to Love Yourself
Is not taught at school
Is not in a book
Is not in this poem.
The worst loathing in the world
the worst hatred for...
After death and far away
paradise awaits
our souls,
they say.
But is this Earth not good enough?
Maybe we could
find happiness and
heaven...
Year after year,
the same leaves don't die.
The same people never stay
but their memories remain.