The Lang Leav Irony
I mock your verses with a sneer,
Call them basic, insincere.
Hide your books beneath my bed,
Curse the simple words you've said.
Yet in darkness, truth comes clear:
Your pain and mine, they mirror near.
Each criticism that I throw
Masks the feelings that we know.
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Copyright © Dranreb Carbungco | Year Posted 2024
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