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A pearl of the rarest kind
Given with pure earnest trust
To be locked away in the securest safe; your heart that's caged
Lest the lock, your blabbering tongue, is opened
With the alluring key of gossip and envy.
Gossip and envy the root of all evils
I feel pity for the one
Who hurts and sleeps soundly

                                                      ­            I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who loves foolishly and gets broken

I feel pity for the one
Who believes himself worthless

                                                    ­              I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who 'shunned' for unique ideas; gives up

I feel pity for the one
Who plays with the hearts of others

                                                         ­         I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who scared of getting hurt doesn't try

I feel pity for the one
Who lives life plagued with regrets

                                                               ­         I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­           Who appreciates not what he has

I feel pity for the one
Who can't let go and move on

                                                            ­  I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­ Who can't sort out his priorities

And I feel pity for you and I
For we are all  guilty of these charges
We blame  society for suppressing us

Yet we are a part of this society

Ironic  isn't it?
A moment of realisation struck me on a road trip and made me laugh
She had waves of hair           
cascading down her back
And waves of thought
running through her brain
Waves of sweet melody     
dripping from her tongue
The waves were strong         
and couldn't be tamed
The aqueous flame                 
in her heart was the same
                      Her waves were of                             a fiery essence
And left them in need          
of her shallow and deep

For when they, the people, were in her presence
She was the only source of life they could see

Human beings are constantly in need of water
And she was water of the best purity

So how could they deny themselves
A taste of the natural salty sea?

A sea that was blissful, wild and free.
Her eyes so bright;
Do you ever wonder where the sun goes at night?

The rain, dancing on the pavement
in no specific arrangement.

Luminous flames eat away at sharp skewers,
Her eyes silver-grey, clashing with the tables of steel.

Barbecue roasting, impaled through the middle
The pain paled in comparison to watching you smile.

A toast to me, myself and I, a glass of sweet solitude.
I watch tall wine glasses clang drunkenly together, alone.

A pin drops in the distance; no silence to accompany it.
Unnoticed it goes, by the arrogant lords and goddesses.

Pick a flower, compliment her hair; devil may care.
She's walking away, I tell her 'Ma'am, have a nice day'

Left alone to stumble back home,
sipping champagne royally; Mockery.

Spilling champagne and it swirls down the drain
I tilt my head back, laughing carelessly all the way.
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