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People throw words around like Love, kiss, and embrace.... But they aren’t ones to commit To the dreams they claim to chase. They run and hide from the monster Hiding beneath their bed, And claim their peace is found In the one resting their pillow head. The sun rises, a new day begins, The coffee pours, and work resides, While the feeling for another one’s touch Is the first thing that subsides. We throw around words like penniless wishes. “I love you, babe”, But you can’t do the dishes. Walk the dog, wash the car, Go to dinner, visit the store, Search the shelves for carbohydrate fulfillment, Finish the bag, and still want more. Unthankful, unsatisfied, Disloyal, dishonest. Forget all the memories, While they were the fondest Because if you were to repeat their “mistakes” You just may find yourself bored. Things like love, a kiss, or an embrace Only become a chore.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
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People throw words around like Love, kiss, and embrace.... But they aren’t ones to commit To the dreams they claim to chase. They run and hide from the monster Hiding beneath their bed, And claim their peace is found In the one resting their pillow head. The sun rises, a new day begins, The coffee pours, and work resides, While the feeling for another one’s touch Is the first thing that subsides. We throw around words like penniless wishes. “I love you, babe”, But you can’t do the dishes. Walk the dog, wash the car, Go to dinner, visit the store, Search the shelves for carbohydrate fulfillment, Finish the bag, and still want more. Unthankful, unsatisfied, Disloyal, dishonest. Forget all the memories, While they were the fondest Because if you were to repeat their “mistakes” You just may find yourself bored. Things like love, a kiss, or an embrace Only become a chore.
3/29/18 People are the weirdest sometimes. People break up and make up so quickly.... I don’t understand it, honestly, so I write about it. Meanwhile, others move from one thing to the next and can’t make up their mind. I dunno. This is also kind of a spoken word, I suppose. Enjoy!
JessicaJarvisPoetry
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
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