William Levy

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Self-Righteousness - Poem by William Levy

I keep returning
to the house of glass
just to admire its beauty

It shines
It radiates
everything

but it is a lie
nothing is pretty
nothing is perfect

As I trip over my shoe lace
my shoulder hits the glass
and it all comes crashing down.

It is a lie because
nothing is pretty
nothing is perfect

and as for me
and the glass house
we are less than nothing

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  • Rookie Your Thoughts (2/19/2010 12:34:00 AM)

    keep improving. i can see alot of potential in this poem. TRY HARDER (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 19, 2010



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