We sit around
Reinforcing our own beliefs,
Telling ourselves everything
We ever wanted to hear.

I could always sweet talk myself.
Whisper sweet nothings,
Think they were something.
Peaceful platitudes.

Please don’t intrude on paradise.
Bliss is better when it’s never bitter.
Dissonance makes me dissident, keep it distant.

I love the ignorance.


~Written by: Virgenal Owens

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