Screeching of harpies,
cacophonous sounds from hell.
The song of deceit.

Heart torn between two,
I have both and neither now.
My soul can't decide.

As the title suggests, this isn't a poem.
I just wanted to make a quick post addressed to you all to say thank you.
Thank you for your beautiful words and beautiful poems.

If we are all created equal, then who needs class?
If we are all created equal, why did the projects last?
If we are all created equal, is the only difference, our paths?
If we are all created equal, then where's my other half?
If we are all created equal, then why do I even need to ask?
If we are all created equal, then why didn't it last?

So darling, darling,
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Won't you stand by me?