Saturday, June 22, 2013

Familiar Flaws

A thesis unexplained, a theory unexplored
An so each belief remains so adored
The concept will always be kept
Still withstood as others wept
Will you marry the enduring cause
 Spend your life with all of its flaws
It's leaving spots, it's leaving marks
Because it rots without the sparks
It must be on a familiar road
Taking back as ways slowed
Could replies be the demise
Is it right to keep the disguise
The pen is always the lasting gift
Even within this wicked shift

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