Betwixt

just a little osmething i came up with

betwixt not light and dark , but between my hatred, and my heart, is where i walk.

i hear the people talk

...and yet......through these hardships i forever must walk.

They talk of love, and togetherness..

All i see in them though, is lies and deceitfulness.

they all, are living a lie.......and i feel....

that i must sometimes, be like the catcher in the rye.........

but in this world, of eye for eye, and blind leading the blind,

with all of humanity paying greed and lust a blood tithe,

what can i, a lonely dove,

tell them, about true love?

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[Kaylor Mason]

To be like the catcher in the rye is a burden no one should ever have to bear. It's too heavy--even the strongest man would break under the weight of it. You can't tell others what true love is like; it defies all forms of description. You have to let people discover it for themselves . . . and that's the hardest part