Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Pretentious

words were arranged;
you wanted me to weigh them.
declare them precious,
preserve in my crown.

mesmerised I am.
how did gossamer tip the scales?

and then...
lips curled in derision
'pretentious', you screamed,
unaffected life will move on

their beauty, just a mirage.

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