Let me tell a tale you’ve heard before
Of lips that never say the half
Of what their brains exclaim in gasps
Of awkward exits with half-opened doors
A tale of people trying to be more
Where every word that’s given true
Another one is hid from view
Where actions dance between the sweet and sore
A story always borne of “I adore”
Where all the pros have turned to cons
The “X” is there, the treasure gone
Where sympathy turns into “settled scores”
Let me say, this story is a bore
You’ve lived it, you already know
Exactly how the story goes
It’s pointless, and there’s nothing to explore
Excellent.
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I like the poem. I can agree, when it seems like everything/one it can make things seem mundane or pointless.
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