We try to make up
Parading
With inadequate face gestures
Overrated personalities
Flirting unworthy battles in denial
Suggesting this is sense of humour
Hoping the world will start to lean towards
Our private pavement of blooming roses
We throw fingers up
Disregarding armies of bended soldiers
Gallantly singing irony faced with the iron touch of commandments
We would rather die than get rid of the stitches
Until
World ends
We care too little to notice it
You & I
Similar simultaneously
Buzzing with surreal thoughts
We speak the same aimless language
As if to say
We meant it all
Not knowing how to tell apart intention from result
We add spice to some ones life
We pick up smiles and corpses
We prove stronger and weaker than anyone we have known
Anyone we will ever know
We dare to belong, as we ourselves are eternally lonely
Brother
I can change
It’s a matter of wanting
Not trying
Keep seeing your aims.
Or get someone to teach you how to.
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