Cold smiles,
Unholy lies,
Dark hearts,
Groping hands,
Perverse thoughts,
Practical words,
Invisible swords,
Heartless refutes,
Unimaginative rebukes,
Hypocritical beings,
These are the things,
That melt the snowflakes in the sun,
Trample sparrows yearning to soar,
Dampen embers smoldering within,
Poach the tiger cub learning to roar.
These are the things
That leave Little broken hearts,
Strewn on the road,
Next to twisted little minds,
Where jaded immature thoughts unload.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
Cold smiles,
Unholy lies,
Dark hearts,
Groping hands,
Perverse thoughts,
Practical words,
Invisible swords,
Heartless refutes,
Unimaginative rebukes,
Hypocritical beings,
These are the things,
That melt the snowflakes in the sun,
Trample sparrows yearning to soar,
Dampen embers smoldering within,
Poach the tiger cub learning to roar.
These are the things
That leave Little broken hearts,
Strewn on the road,
Next to twisted little minds,
Where jaded immature thoughts unload.
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