Fall is a season... A feeling of warmth as you pull your sweater over your shoulders Leaves of crimson scattered on the streets that crunch as you walk Laying on your cuddly sofa cradling a book A steaming cup of tea in hand that ends up burning your tongue off Universal time of of tumblr "postureo" The warm-up lap capitalism does to prepare for Christmas holidays Unforgivingly pesky chapped lips Mindlessly carrying your jacket all day since you're sweating midday but freezing in the am National cuffing season Yeah, because what started off as a description of a movie scene isn't actual reality.
As soon as you step out of your house, You are an ever-present smile Which, instead of lighting up the sky alone, Chooses to be a mere companion Of your chiseled made-up face, Caked with products to hide your Perfect imperfections That only you seem to notice. Prancing around in your best clothes Doesn't portray who you really are; But rather displays who you wish to be: Another one of the bunch without any Personality and style; Following trends like cookie cutters, Those which make delicious desserts of perfect appearance That, however, are somewhat homogeneous And therefore, Boring. Leading an army of people that Doesn't fight for you at the end of the day, Avidly greeting anyone with a familiar face, Although you might not even get on well, Just to get a feel of what being popular is, When all you really are is as fragile as reputation itself. You are like the two faced coins you use to pay for The night's liquid...
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