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is there a ceiling
on genuine feeling?
because this smile's fake
i slam on the brake
every time i see you here
you mirror my fear
and speak to the abyss in my heart
i'd like to take you apart
how to put you back together?
never asking whether
or not i should
even if i could
we all fake some times
we all break into smaller crimes
the big crimes we commit
because it's how we deal with shit --
i'll take off a load and sit right here
and by ignoring you i'll wipe the smear
from off the mirror and see my face
i'll deny the terror in knowing my place
you have to feel: they all tell you so
you can't just tell, you have to show
how in the hell do you expect to grow
if there's parts of yourself you don't really know?
just shatter the glass onion before it starts peeling
we don't want to start stealing up on genuine feeling
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ask Dr. Phil? anyway- this is universal and the frank impatience towards violence is becoming universally voiced though always historically felt. Yours is a poetic informed literary voice so we'll never hear from you in the media. You have a typo the word genuine last line,
excellent rhyming scheme here and every bit of this poem really makes me look back at the times I have faked...and I'm not talking about orgasms...lol, well maybe I am just a little. And yes, there are many parts to me I don't really know...but I'll let them ride out with time. Great work Paul. You really know how to bring out truths that many don't always have the balls to reveal. :) cool shit.
