My heart in one palm,

unaware of the other

holding a hammer

extra, extra, extra.

the illusions of a spectacle only seen under my skin

sensations that hold no voice

In the mirror

What I see

Is someone who’s a bit like me

Slightly older

Not as fit

And he’s getting on a bit

Still quite handsome

With a smile

That could light a golden mile

Sparkle eyes

A knowing look

Wisdom like an open book

He nods at me

As I pass by

With a twinkle in his eye

Suggesting all

Will be alright

As I pass and say goodnight.

The world is constantly telling us to live for the desires of others...

Your parents, your teachers, your lovers, and your friends.

And then, there are celebrities who try to satisfy the desires of countless people.

In order to satisfy the desires of others, you have to know first your own.

We all live in the present.

Held down by the past and always looking towards the future,

It’s our memories that make us beautiful.

Unrequited love is the most painful,

hope leaves you with battle scars.

Maybe it's best to let go sometimes,

Forever dreaming of the unattainable.

Sometimes all we need is for someone to listen to us. To relieve the burden off of our shoulders. If only for a short while.

Walking the road less traveled

is an individual choice

not necessarily an easy one

it may even be wrong

But nonetheless, a choice

to be decided by intent,

circumstances or even

destiny

I've never known love.

"What's to miss?" says my black heart.

Tragic, not to care.

Unstable vessel

Seeking affection to heal

Repulsive to see

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