False Attempts At The Old Scottish Jig

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False attempts at the old Scottish jig
Distant past lingering – nothing wise
She was never the heroine you always needed
Finally gave up after all those tries
Beauty’s eye was never truly blind
Having been lied to left you distraught
Perpetual cycles now cold & mean
Never the quality you had always thought
Smile inward, you are the crowned victor
Playing their game with the cards dealt
Karma worms its way into a deserving soul
They’ll never know how your true love felt

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The Cold Metal Chairs Of A Stale Café

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The cold metal chairs of a stale café

A site for endless, inconsequential chatter

All I really wanted was a cup of coffee

Instead, I got rants of words that don’t really matter

I was wishing for something beautiful

In all those years I devoted to university

Thought to share my quality time

Read through renditions of cosmic poetry

In the end, you left me sitting alone

Without any beauty for me to gently stare

This time ended up being useless

Never anything you wanted to share