Crookedteeth

Cold and hard.Silently, you dictate to meMy lifestyle, emotions.Blindly, i follow your lead.Stepping stone to failure,You pose as precurser to success.The gluttonous craves the ascetic.The narcissist

I’ll be here for you.When your eyes haze over,And you are blindTo life’s blurred meaning.I’ll hear your calls, hold your hand,Pull you from the precipice.But please, dear friend,Squint and see ...