If I'm to be honest I'm in an extremely pissed off mood, of course though it's the type of general dejection that I'm not willing to show.
They talk of “you”
As if they know
That “you” are but
A word we throw,
Throughout
Our verse to satisfy
Our blatant lust
For fervent lies,
And as it stands
Pretension reigns
Taking note of
Those who feign,
Emotive trust
And conscious woe
With bitter haste
Retraced to show,
That “you” are but
An empty thought
Devoid of wit and
Tension fraught,
With languid truth
And placid prayer
Devised to sate
Our wayward fare.
They talk of “you”
As if they know
That “you” are but
A word we throw,
Throughout
Our verse to satisfy
Our blatant lust
For fervent lies,
And as it stands
Pretension reigns
Taking note of
Those who feign,
Emotive trust
And conscious woe
With bitter haste
Retraced to show,
That “you” are but
An empty thought
Devoid of wit and
Tension fraught,
With languid truth
And placid prayer
Devised to sate
Our wayward fare.