Life Is

Life is lonely
Life is hard
Life is not what you
Want it to be, like you
I did, black streaks in your
Hair—tattoos everywhere,
Small you seemed, but even
Smaller you thought and
Taught me the ways of
Cynic, the ways of panic
You laid clearly out for me,
You like to worry, you have
Quit on the inside and faltered
To far from joy or happy or
Anything with color—you hate
The sunset and its rise to your
Demise-anything of life you dislike,
You despise any hype or hope or
Colors to claim or joyful noises to
Tick and keep you alive now—

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