Actual
Some share wince and unfamiliar,
Feverishly shaving all said pride.
Emptiness of one hit and I miss has
Since laid out solvent crime.
Seasons of whether beside me or never,
Can you dread the same?
You and your tethered and
Happy, whatever.
You still look the same.
They've said the grass is greener...
Too bad it's on the other side,
Reversible and replaceable.
Actual trade for pain
From a spoken cloud without luck's rain.
Styles built around complaint.
If it tastes the same, I've warned you.
Share the sane insides.
The sound that glows is denied.
If I say you're shamed, it means
I've known you.
Who are you?
