It will all come crashing down one day
Sitting pretty on top
Looking down on the harried masses
With your glass stained windows
Sipping with abandon
It will all come crashing down one day
Yet your foundation is rubble
Ready to take a tumble at the slightest quake
Toxic fumes rise up with the heat
Your scrubbed-out pores reek of petulance
It will all come crashing down one day
What a lie, your gooey tear drop
You are all molasses and morasses
Our lives are not your meadows
Eventually we will be standing
It will all come crashing down one day
Categories: photography, poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
A lot of passion in this, I really enjoyed it. Great work.
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Awww thanks. Have a great one
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I like this lines…
What a lie, your gooey tear drop
You are all molasses and morasses
Our lives are not your meadows
Eventually we will be standing
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Thanks. Hope your weekend is going well
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No thanks please..yes it is…
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wow
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Thanks!
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OMG. This sounds like how you feel about California, or at least San Francisco, this week anyway.
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Lol. Indeed!
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