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A nice little poem with multi-syllable rhymings. |
Nothing is ever promised, like when mama said she was returning soon, she wasn't honest, but still I believed her like a fool; We take for granted, the chances we get to take an advantage, Advancing like ignorant soldiers avoiding the damage; I guess, secrets and lies are what evil resides in, decide if, you want to bring it to life or keep in in hidin'; Even despite what's televised, and what creeps in our minds; It's like a freak in the night! Sneaking inside, Releasing a vibe, that we all receive then a sign; A gesture, as deceiving as spies, We thought the greeting was kind, but later seen it was sly; I guess, secrets and lies, is the piece to the pie, Trying to seize the peace but it slides; From our grip, in my fists, As I reach for the time; And if my hands touch 'hands', Then my fingers will pry; Open the window of oppor- Tunity, it's seemingly mine. |