What madness is this, that airports
and sea shores hold more love
and sincerity than wedding halls
and hospital walls have heard
more prayers than God himself!
In an age where young girls
follow the footsteps of roses
adapting thorns - while boys
learn it's okay to stomp on flowers
because beauty can't be
brilliant too, what are we becoming?
And don't get me started
on darkness creating longing
which leads to countless nights
of useless romance - hearts
asking to be broken and souls
throwing themselves from
thirteenth story windows
knowing they can't fly.
What kind of madness is this
that we've named Reality
because all our dreams were
buried alive on our tenth birthday.
Is there any point in
struggling to survive?
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