We are so foolish.
We fake feel.
And fake smile.
And yet we yearn for what is real.
We want what we don't understand.
We run around with our hearts in our hands.
And we trip over ourselves,
Chasing people who are running from us.
We follow the lost,
And chase mirages in the desert.
We ask for things we can't give.
And we give ourselves to people,
Who we feel nothing for.
And when the truth...
About our meaningless open holes,
In the fabric of our lies.
We fill the spaces with uncomfortable silence.
And when the silence gets too loud.
We leave,
And we do it over again,
With another lost broken soul.
Hoping this time,
While we do the same thing,
The end result won't be the same.
We are so foolish.
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Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
