Curses be upon you,
Oh wretched poets -
Hungry for fame, you wrote on love -
Glorifying falsehood with the jewels of language,
Showering upon it, honour it deserves not,
And placing it upon a throne in our hearts,
While we, timid readers,
Take your words as gospel,
Paint our lives that way,
And spend our lives, pursuing it in vain,
Though hurt and in perpetual agony,
We chase after it in true pursuit,
Of a thing that's false,
While reality raises its mighty foot,
And crushes our wounded* souls.
Written at 6:35pm on 22.12.2016 at aero structures lab
*already wounded
Oh wretched poets -
Hungry for fame, you wrote on love -
Glorifying falsehood with the jewels of language,
Showering upon it, honour it deserves not,
And placing it upon a throne in our hearts,
While we, timid readers,
Take your words as gospel,
Paint our lives that way,
And spend our lives, pursuing it in vain,
Though hurt and in perpetual agony,
We chase after it in true pursuit,
Of a thing that's false,
While reality raises its mighty foot,
And crushes our wounded* souls.
Written at 6:35pm on 22.12.2016 at aero structures lab
*already wounded
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