Parade


Parade

Being in that parade

Where reality’s superficial.

The silver lining between the truth

And the lies hard to uncover.

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What’s love if it

Doesn’t hurt?

What’s worth if it

Ain’t us?

.

I long for those eyes

Who could help me

Make sense

Of this maddening parade.

.

I long for those cuddles

That could wash down,

A naive vulnerability

Plaguing me everyday.

.

Is it so hard to

Whisk away the cowardice

Weighing down

On our love day after day?

.

Or are we so

Unprepared to march down

This world demanding entelechy

From us, in every possible way?

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