I wasn’t really present in any sense, been dreaming of roses you are covering all my stress. I’d rather be loved than love you too strong, I’d rather be uglier and get cold every time we merge into summer. Finally be cool and desired. I don’t have any problem to sell myself short, be silent and corny, prepared to be gone. I’ve learned how to be wiser, properly live. I know that my sacrifices were nothing but greed. Above it all, people hate over-feeling, being trampled by two emotions at once. Everyone urges me “quit it”! But coldness is not my response.
I’m sort of philosopher, wondering now, after a decade of proper existence:
What if your genuine calm,
is what they have always resisted?
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