rumbling heard from afar.
must not look.
Remain afar.
He stumbles towards the corner.
He recovers before his fall.
Another opportunity to be ceased! n
Not to fall, but land on his own two feet!
How i've grown and taught to forget the simple things in life.
How even at home i remain cynical of life, as it passes him by, at the door.
I'm like vinegar.
The presumed smile, but all you see is pursed upon my lips.
The easiest of tasks makes a stink face grow.
...He's fallen to his knees again.
He's subcommand to its splendor.
Time to reality check, place the smile, like a barbie without its Ken, made of plastic, and no which way to bend.
Love is different for all....hoping to continue to get it right...yet again.
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