Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

best selling novel

i’m sorry
but i don’t
understand
the need
for
cynical
nihilistic
decadent
characters
who don’t
care
about anybody
but
themselves
smoking cigarettes
and waiting to die
the bitter taste
of witty ripostes
burning through
their tongues –
give me
their hearts
tender and soft
give me
their dreams
and oh –
give me hope
god,
give me hope

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