I was once a romantic, still love the sound of a babbling brook,
nature still thrills me, but a cynic ahhhhhhhh a cynic Ive become. A Disillusioned romantic. I would greet a stranger walking down the lonely street.
but many do not smile or greet you back, people walk bye with faces like stone. I too am turning to stone , I don't smile at strangers any more. Inside I cry, inside I'm sensitive. Have
I given up on Love? the violence out there troubles me, Why do people fight when it would be so much more pleasant to smile and hug and shake hands in the sunshine.. A cynic is but a disillusioned
Idealist. A cynic sees all. knowing nothing of life. they just spout there strife.
L.S. March 2nd 2021
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
I was once a romantic, still love the sound of a babbling brook,
nature still thrills me, but a cynic ahhhhhhhh a cynic Ive become. A Disillusioned romantic. I would greet a stranger walking down the lonely street.
but many do not smile or greet you back, people walk bye with faces like stone. I too am turning to stone , I don't smile at strangers any more. Inside I cry, inside I'm sensitive. Have
I given up on Love? the violence out there troubles me, Why do people fight when it would be so much more pleasant to smile and hug and shake hands in the sunshine.. A cynic is but a disillusioned
Idealist. A cynic sees all. knowing nothing of life. they just spout there strife.
L.S. March 2nd 2021
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