The fish aren’t biting.
I can’t be bothered writing.
Just telling you what you might see
if you open your eyes.
These people aren’t worth it.
This attitude is killing me.
Verbal battering is sapping me
like blood from a fresh-cut tree.
I’m tired of facts
when people only react with fists and kisses.
Without thought you have no brain.
I tried to call your bluff,
but pocket cowboys weren’t enough.
You’re like an invisible smile,
something beautiful hidden forever.
This Attitude comes quickly,
but lingers for days.
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