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To have the talent of making wrong choices
Is not absurd, of all the possibilities that offends,
Should we not choose our biggest vices?
Sometimes it’s small, like buying wrong devices
sometimes it’s people and making the wrong friends
Oh how we choose to ignore their biggest vices!
Among the things we regret in a crisis -
Words for which we can’t make amends,
I thank my talent of making wrong choices
This is how I start – by raising my voice
Ignore everyone else, my blindness sends
A peace, I mean was blind faith ever a vice?
If I win the battle, should I count the losses?
Are words eternal? It’s all a means to ends,
We were truly born to make wrong choices
The only thing that makes it possible to mend-
-Love- (it can help with the words, my friend)
You’ll find yourself stopping at the wrong choices
For to hurt the one you love is the biggest of all vices.
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About the Poem -
It is written as a villanelle
To have the talent of making wrong choices
Is not absurd, of all the possibilities that offends,
Should we not choose our biggest vices?
Sometimes it’s small, like buying wrong devices
sometimes it’s people and making the wrong friends
Oh how we choose to ignore their biggest vices!
Among the things we regret in a crisis -
Words for which we can’t make amends,
I thank my talent of making wrong choices
This is how I start – by raising my voice
Ignore everyone else, my blindness sends
A peace, I mean was blind faith ever a vice?
If I win the battle, should I count the losses?
Are words eternal? It’s all a means to ends,
We were truly born to make wrong choices
The only thing that makes it possible to mend-
-Love- (it can help with the words, my friend)
You’ll find yourself stopping at the wrong choices
For to hurt the one you love is the biggest of all vices.
**
About the Poem -
It is written as a villanelle