I push forward
You push back
I speak my mind
Of words you lack

You always claim that
You’re under attack
And I’m the flame that
Lights your match

But to the contrary
I’m not your adversary
I’m just very wary
Of what
You consider caring

It’s a peculiar thing, don’t you think?


2 thoughts on “Peculiar”

  1. I loved the rhythm of this piece. It felt quite upbeat and fun but the words themselves felt a little contrary to that, almost like these slow, languid thoughts that surface just before you fall asleep. It’s this little dissimilarity which makes the piece even better, almost as if the piece itself is a little peculiar. Beautiful.

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