The Art of Pretentious Living

Her anger sears
Soft skin of our hearts
If skin we had to protect it
Keep the peace

Disturb her world? Ã¢Â?Â¦
Tell the truth?
She’ll swallow the ashes
Of charred hearts

But all life is worthy to Him
Worthless to meÃ¢Â?Â¦just this one
Not worthless though
Something isÃ¢Â?Â¦saved?

Denial is real
Depression is joy
Love is conditional
Light is dark and dearth

Resentment lives here
With lonelinessÃ¢Â?Â¦nothingness
Companion, friend?
Only when we pretend.

Posted by john in Prose