Conceited self


There are greater things than you and me,
Oceans rise & mountains crumble

we sit in our opposite corners and dwell, 
over broken promises, and fallen dreams 

the soil swells up with our sins, 
the sky chokes up by the smoke of our breath

as our disdain of each other grows,
as we remain married to the belief it’s the other mistake 

resolving our souls from any evil, for we can not be wrong  

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