Like love lost to laziness
I laugh opposed to happiness
in envy ways
as I grow familiar
with rainy days,
Resentment clouds my eyes
so that when I finally realize
the true colour of the skies ,
my vision won't deny me
my only reason to smile ...
But as kind as bliss ,
I'm like soft teenage lips
trembling before their very first kiss .
And like death beautiful in the eyes of god
I ought to be odd
through eyes bored by the vision they've ignored.
And so in better days to come
when I bite my tongue numb
stuttering to utter these words ,
I will think of you
on my last hours of defeat,
with the crowds scattered across your feet
applauding a life less lived
but believed .
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