Ninth Pariah
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Olya
Ninth Pariah
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Olya
black_wing_angel
Olya
Have to say I was never the one
To stay friends after the love is gone.
What's done is done - have no regrets
I'm always the one to leave and I never look back.
Some are too silly, some need to grow up
Others too serious and a little stuck up.
I have little trouble mending my heart
When disappointment tears things apart.
Sometimes I have to wonder though,
If healing is so easy, then was it truly love...
I wish you the best - you come off really sweet
Invite us to wedding once proposal's complete.
Thank you, Olya, I'll make sure to invite
You to come see, my big wedding night.
Though apathetic as I am, to those I don't know,
When romance or friendship is involved, I find it hard to let go
Call it a gift, or call it a curse,
Sometimes I'm not sure, which would be worse,
To never hear again from someone I hold dear,
Or to remain friends, and fight through the tears.
So you see I'm not quite as cold, as some have thought
Though not so kind to many, I'm still no robot.
We all meandered through our schooling haphazard; so, to God be thanks, Most tender hearts come in very hard shell
Glad you found someone who'd broken this spell.
Gifts and curses are really one and the same
They make you amiable yet turn life so insane.
Most virtues are impractical, don't you think?
Thinking of them could drive one to drink...
I never perceived you as cold, I'm afraid -
I've been a good judge of character as of late.
Though, as long as we're sharing through and through
I must confess, I'm not that big of a shrew.
Just don't spread the word of this hasty confession
I'd hate to be losing my icy reputation...
Glad you found someone who'd broken this spell.
Gifts and curses are really one and the same
They make you amiable yet turn life so insane.
Most virtues are impractical, don't you think?
Thinking of them could drive one to drink...
I never perceived you as cold, I'm afraid -
I've been a good judge of character as of late.
Though, as long as we're sharing through and through
I must confess, I'm not that big of a shrew.
Just don't spread the word of this hasty confession
I'd hate to be losing my icy reputation...
...it's easy, without too much fooling, to pass for cultured in our ranks.
Never fear, Olya, my friend,
I will not spread, the confession you send.
It's not my place to spread it around,
As I've once been the target, of rumors abound.
I think all this poetry has got to our heads,
Two of ED's finest, not as hard as first glimpse, they've said?
I'm not terribly surprised by this, I have to admit,
But Olya, the cold look I never thought you could quit.
And Black Wing, with all of your cussing,
Is it really just your way of fussing?
A softer inside,
you both cleverly hide?
We all meandered through our schooling haphazard; so, to God be thanks, I come from a very uptight background, you see
Perhaps you see ice where manners could be?
This is no pompousness or misplaces anger,
I was simply taught to keep a fair distance with strangers.
Perhaps you see ice where manners could be?
This is no pompousness or misplaces anger,
I was simply taught to keep a fair distance with strangers.
...it's easy, without too much fooling, to pass for cultured in our ranks.
Manners do tend to come across
as cold as a Canadian frost.
But distance is not unwarranted, here,
where anyone might be not what they seem, but whatever you fear.
Anonymity has outstanding value, at times,
Such as when I write piss-poor rhymes.
But others it just lends some confusion,
to what is real, and what is illusion.
One can create entire false people to be,
And you'd have no way of knowing if it's fake or really me.
Especially with Noora hanging around,
With ten persona or more, she's a crowd.
