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Plastic Smile
A smile made
Of plaster,
Heralding a
Disaster,
Pasted over
An empty
Stare, hiding
The derision and
Scorn that
Burns and rages
At the
Incessant
Questions and
Inane
Assumptions.
This battle has
Long been fought
between us, o'er
Everything
That you have
Bought,
For when you have
Gone, another
Takes your place.
I see your face
In every query
And demand.
Oh, just go home,
Already, you have
Done enough here.
You don't want this
To continue
Anymore than I.
There's a twisted
Kind of pleasure
In the repetition of
A terrible thing.
When you leave,
I treasure the
Joy
Your retreating back
Brings.
Change is the only constant
Change is the only constant in life, and when that fact is resisted...humans enjoy getting the lead out. How they do it is their choice. Blame and nit picking always has it's allure...but it is really not the easy way out.
We're all prone to being gluttons for punishment.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
It's brilliant! Reminds me
It's brilliant! Reminds me back when I was experimenting and had a boyfriend. We argued all the time.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~