give me a truce
So this is itthe beginning of the end
and the end of the beginning
The end can begin
make room for the show
I've marched
in patterns
by guidelines
And fallen
Fought ferociously for my faith
but failed just as frequent
recently
at least
Because sometimes one breaks
from bitter expectations
And the fact that matchmaking
is matching people wrong
(but right)
on TV in particular
Stroking cheekbones very slowly
while whispering words of silk
In that moment
it matters to nothingness
how passed with distinction
you are
and were
(just like they said)
Sometimes one fights
very much
in vain
Poetry by tinsel
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Written on 2010-12-06 at 23:18
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