The Core
Reality bites, her teeth, they bruise.
Endless nights, we pick, and choose.
Cool, uncool, trendy, fake?
Do you label others,
for labellings sake?
Dont dismiss, oh- so rapidly,
those things which you dont see.
While it's true a tree towers high,
it's roots, when exposed, would fill the sky.
One may find, in the soul of another,
an exciting new lover, a sister, a brother.
Dig deeply until, you find the root ball,
then discard the outter shell,
for it means nothing at all.
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