[diametric]

dude; do you even do ext 2? or are you posting here because it looks like the poetry section for random people such as you.

i promise; it is not.

Note: Can you pretty people read one of mine too? (HAHAHAHA)

Amidst books fleeting,
People weary, discussions heavy;
Could you imagine?
My surprise
Not with the brevity of our situation,
But with matters unfolding,
Oh how I wished forevermore.

Given voice to truths spoken to me,
And reciprocated with truths
Resonant with the earmarks
Of the common traits
That had embellished
Twain lives, forevermore.

Interruptions fleeting,
Yet not disrupting
The upheaval of burdens
Carried so solemnly,
Diligently by men not deserving
Of the melancholy it would wrought.
Oh how I desired,
That in setting suns stride,
Happyness would return
Forevermore.

Yet, beneath moonlight that seemed
Disappeared beneath polluted city skies,
Did the final specks of reality
Taint the varnished wall;
In shock, I sensed
The tremors of greatness
Casting waves upon ocean seas.
In empathy, in arms withheld,
How I coveted responsibility,
For now love returns,
And wishes you no pain;
Nevermore.