pleasing

Beauty In Your Suffering

Folder: 
Love

Hurt is never ecstasy

Pain is never pleasing

But although it aches so bad

There’s beauty in your suffering

 

Like a rose, when crushed

Delivers its sweet smell to its destroyer

Like a flame, when doused with water

Turns into a cloud and flies away

Like a mountain, who’s being mined

Its rock turns to dust and dances in the wind

Like the night, being conquered

Brings forth a beautiful day

Like a mother for her aborted child

Sacrificing love, but too little too late

Like the death of a person

When they know there’s Paradise’s Gate

 

There’s nothing funny about it

I know it hurts so bad

But while you want to be happy

There’s still beauty in your suffering

View seraphim's Full Portfolio