Some people can’t handle confrontation, I do not know if that is good or bad Though I must say It irks me to no end, You have your own reasons And I clearly have my own, But no, it can not be that Only a vague reason has the right to stand. If we must stay together Our hearts shall be worn; You gladly hit the piñata While knowing it hurts; Your excuse; your blindfold As you swing ever so freely, Like you’d rather not improve (Do not worry, it would have been together) As if you’re afraid of what you’d uncover; I know full well that you love no other but yourself, And if you hate deep conversations It’s all right, go swim in the kiddie section, And I’ll take my leave As you continue having your fun Knee deep, drowning In your pool of petty emotions.
It seems to me that as people get older they mature not like fine wine but getting more stale and more bitter with each passing year. Coffee, perhaps?
I know some truly wonderful adults (my mum especially) but I get so many 'it was harder when I was younger' etc. vibes from the adult population as a whole so this is my response to those people who constantly put down the younger generation with their self-centredness and self-pity
In the dark of night I put up a fight With a sinful pleasure A buried treasure Hidden in the recesses of my mind I wish I was blind So that I can't see The man in front of me.
He's a figure of my imagination A product of my own creation He makes my toes curl Sending me into a whirl Of forbidden ecstasy Breathlessly, I gain back my composure Give myself some closure And swear to forget him.
But he comes back over and over again He has the strength of ten men Pulling me into his embrace Once again, I've lost my grace And I am back to where I started