1. Good Deeds
Trespassing a memory,
Behind the rident shadows of joys
We forget how good deeds haunt
In the silent symphony of our voice.
______________
2. Pretense
Watching the sun pity the moon,
I've lived all life like a summer,
Of Aprils, Mays and Junes.
______________
3. Plastic Daggers
The casual vacancy of his words hit me hard as always. Plastic Daggers, but daggers nonetheless.
______________
4. Keys
Through her midlife crisis,
She laughs at jokes,
But Please.
Think her not a hypocrite,
For she has only lost,
Her Keys.
_______________
Trespassing a memory,
Behind the rident shadows of joys
We forget how good deeds haunt
In the silent symphony of our voice.
______________
2. Pretense
Watching the sun pity the moon,
I've lived all life like a summer,
Of Aprils, Mays and Junes.
______________
3. Plastic Daggers
The casual vacancy of his words hit me hard as always. Plastic Daggers, but daggers nonetheless.
______________
4. Keys
Through her midlife crisis,
She laughs at jokes,
But Please.
Think her not a hypocrite,
For she has only lost,
Her Keys.
_______________
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