Buddy, you’re the wall between, fragmenting in bits
The one with the allure and sour freshness
With multiple faces and different twists
Coming with a double edged sword
piercing everything in its path with ur deft touches
Have you stopped short for a second,
to think about your awkward and ignoble role?
Spin the table around and tell me what you feel
No worries but have you thought about the bile you bring
in your wake? Along your path?
You laugh at me and I don’t know what to make of that
what lies behind those eyes and frame
Turn the mirror on yourself and tell me what picture you see
wear my shoes for you to know where it hurts
your conflicting words and double standards
Remember, someday when the kliegh lights are out
when the curtains are drawn and darkness beckons,
when the chips are down and reality crawls in,
that you can’t hold on too long playing this kind of ace
knowing too well that we all shall account someday
have fun while it lasts..
Dear Diary-Not Again
3 months ago
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