dearest sirs and madams of which i respect,
can you please guide me, maybe correct?
for why do human hearts fall out of purpose?
and try to mirror the odd façade of serpents?
are we unsatisfied with the question of love?
are we too burdened to smile and look up above?
do we not see the ever blue skies and feel guilty?
do we not feel the need to unlabel our lives as real filthy?
do we no longer believe in smiling at strangers?
are we too paranoid; consider all as red dangers?
or are we too snooty to hand out our soul?
despite of the fact that it will leave us no hole.
maybe i'll say something nice and maybe you'll scream?
just as the lady, her expressions extreme?
as she walks away, fearing her security
as if something nice is now an impurity?
for, all as we are, we are users of magic
spreading the usage of love with melancholic tragic?
through shifty looks and smart tricks galore
we're disrupted with what lies in our human core.
faded has the light that breathes within us
died with our mannerisms, died with no earnest
and as we hate each other, we hold true and well
we all know that our lives should be nothing but hell.
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
