i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i hope God, i will never become that.

that i will always give the benefit of the doubt.

call it being gullible

at least it doesn't sour my outlook on life.

i wouldn't want to end up like some of the people i know,

always seeing the flaw first.

seeing a problem..

nothing is ever good enough.

there is always a "but..."

why is there no beauty in your eyes...

i see the lines in your face

and the droop in your cheeks...

do you not feel the burden...

or being that way.

no, i will cling on to my optimism, even if it means losing out.

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today is a dual complaint day.

because there is another kind that i despise.

another kind of attitude that i detest.

...

i spelt out my feelings in four letter words...

but none of them meant anything.

and i retract the rubbish flowing from my fingertips.

yet it doesn't stop the trash you fill my heart with.

how many wakeup calls do you need?

i never feel the need to scream with anybody

like i do with you.

funny how you say one thing and do another.