I am long, medium, or short.
I can often be quite taut.
I am something cherished by all,
And yet I am hated by most.
Nothing, to the eyes of the masses.
I am a puny being.
A singular thing, no more.
An empty cocoon, quenched with dismay.
One lifetime I had a wish,
To be promised is to foretellOf a lie that will forever be falsehood
She walks over calm as usual, then notices him,Happy and excited she runs to his arms.
Do you care because it’s me?
Or
Do you care because it is ME?
I can’t tell the difference…
Love… and Pity…
Love.
A midlife crisis at the age of 20. Does that denote to the truth itself?
Plans made.
Plans crushed.
Dreams to be had.
A life to be rushed.
The beginning meets the end,
It’s known as a dacapo my friend.
Something relived from the past…
Is it possible to make amends?
They walk past, not even a glance.
They walk past, pretend. Pretend. To not change your stance…
They know, how could they not?
It disgusts me. The blue demon.
His selfishness, a stench of disgrace.
A myth and legend to notify children
of his most loved place.
the Parklife stirred as the Girls Who Like Boys stayed Under The Bridge…
On The Other Side, Temptation was revealed.
Self-Esteem questioned, by a Sweet Talkin’ Woman,
The dawn of a new morning, a new sun.
Like the splurging yolk of a freshly cracked egg.
The light pierces the clouds as the yolk pushes the white to the side.
The center piece.
