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These obstructions that we loathe so, Send spurts of doubt and confusion that we never know, On our forthright path, clean and straight, It's no wonder that we fall for the bait.
The tempting wrong turns, left and right, We think: since no one's watching, we might, Take a quick peak and return before they find out, But they do. Ringing around are yells and shouts.
Anger controls the fight quickly, Glares of hate imprinted into the mind sickly, Just as the air continues to madden, We stop and begin to sadden.
Why, oh why, do we do this? The arrow of understanding has missed, Why do our actions, Always create so much traction?
How could this happen, we think, Our relationships are on the brink, Between living and dying, we must act, And, so we create this pact.
We shall never stray, stay true, For that is what we first knew, We shall not act before thinking, That would mean our love is sinking.
We must show we care, forever and on, For that is something we can never pawn. And, lastly, we must not lie, If we do, we'll surely die.
Because we created these rules, Means we're definitely not fools, And, so, we must stay smart, When we're together and when we're apart.
This is one of the longest poems I've written. I call it, "The Pact." I don't feel like going through all those crappy things to put it on top.
[Slightly] · Wed Jun 13, 2007 @ 04:48pm · 0 Comments |
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