keeping things
even from yourself
riding on the high of self-justification
of sour grapes
of self-assurance
ride it like the setting sun
ride it triumphant into darkness
embrace the cold
you still burn from bitterness
you independent furnace.
ride it as long as you can
be happy you have something to burn
you will need it traveling sunless
or suffer feeling what's really heating you:
nothing.
Notice about Plagiarism
Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face--impossible.
About Me
- joseph
- If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you.
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