Who made you
the valedictorian of pain,
is mine any less?
Mumbling true-confessions
in the darkness,
pathways to
my broken heart,
with yours lying
in fields of
similar circumstances.
And yet,
we seek romance,
instant success,
gratification to feel,
to feel anything,
anything to be real,
real again,
knowing the depths
of despair.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 7:04 AM UTC
Who made you
the valedictorian of pain,
is mine any less?
Mumbling true-confessions
in the darkness,
pathways to
my broken heart,
with yours lying
in fields of
similar circumstances.
And yet,
we seek romance,
instant success,
gratification to feel,
to feel anything,
anything to be real,
real again,
knowing the depths
of despair.
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