Sunday, July 24, 2011

Its all a gimmick


Years down with memories infinite
Wrapping bonds that no spider can weave
Time fades but moments engrave
You find yourself bonded beyond your sense.

Happiness is now being with your bonds
Its not what you made, but its where you grew,
The folks who saw your naiveness as a child
Your care as a kin and forfeits as a kith.

But they vanish time out of mind
It is just auld langsyne that existed
For none but yourself
Those were bonds that were just non enduring.

Its all a gimmick
All because it was sans trust and sans faith
Was bond that was never expected and wished for
Over the time they dont exist instead they hurt
Hurt with criticism and infidelity
Its then you realize it was all a gimmick!

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