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January 2, 2017

Effort can be fruitless, and significance can waiver.

Feelings are meaningless, but a chemical display that create demeanor.

Confidence is a test, but the victors are the liar.

Time is best, when temptation  sets fire.

Greed gains ground, when it knows what it wants.

The timid aren’t allowed, because they’re idiot savants.

True feelings end tight in our gut, because we’ve no back up plan.

They end up hurt and for what? Because they were too honest for a man.

The head hangs heavy, the feeling dips down in the chest.

Can’t create levity, because the jokes aren’t in jest.

Life lives on disappointment, and it always will.

Life is a disappointment, sometimes they’ll fulfill.

From → Poems

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