Can We Call This Kindness?

 

let my temporary shine be a tax to pay and glimmers through action

exhaustion of what seems not to be my reflection

holding a rose to you with thorns in my hands

thusly spake: Can We Call This Kindness?

gritted gnashed teeth to propel at an unnatural fast and colorful speed

when an unpolished iron sphere already rolls slow

and if you enjoy cheers and comforted laughter

then at my cost i shall bring you a banquet

sounds beautiful to disintegrate the ego

for no I looked so shiny and beckoning

excuse me

search, solitude, reinstalling false positives