+ Sinking slowly,
we take on the world.
With foolish dreams, and hopeless hopes,
we fight on.
Such precious cargo
we bear on our shoulders;
dying slowly,
we take on the world.
Let it be said that chivalry isn’t dead,
you helped me when I help you.
But we can’t contain it,
those hot spots of freedom,
and plus, why would we
when we can roam?
It’s not so bad when we sit together,
but everyone watches us anyway.
We tell them its nothing,
and blush aside, mouthing
the words we wish we could say aloud.
It’s terrible the way we hide from each other.
+
Such is the way we are.
We can’t help but fight.
It’s all about the here and now,
so don’t bother crying.
In the day we bicker endlessly,
at night we smile tenderly,
and tell one another
those words, so illusive.
It’s called hate,
Or love,
Depends on who’s asking
Like water and fire,
We create a mist
which confuses us:
and we lose our way
in the fog we create.
But under the cover of being lost, we hold hands.
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Submission Name: Pretenses
