this place
Posted in Poetry | By tim |
In this place, of heart-pounding frenzy
where love is lost and found so easy
Friends are won and battles fought
with opposed ideas and obsessive talk
Where words, sometimes sharp and painful
mean so much, and yet so little
But come all at once and at the wrong time
Splinters of truth in wise-crack lines
Of false pretences and cracking facades
Keeping up appearances and spinning yarns
Polite conversation and wishful thinking
Quick rejections and broken hearts sinking
Here we are and here we‘ll stay
Love it, hate it, both at once
And yet the sunrise, clear and bright
Makes it all seem to me, in irony, worthwhile.
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