984.

Where the first only
speaks promises but never
fulfills them second.

983.

Thumping out each beat
in a discordant turn of
love's hypocrisy.

982.

Evoked in a dark
mirror to the tandem of
a lost heart's echo.

981.

Where the cynic owns
the day but the night is left
to tender hope's dreams.

980.

That the world one knows
inside their head is never
as real as outside.

979.

Taken from a head
that learned its first lessons on
emotion early.

978.

A heart that still turns,
full of idealism and
a realist's hung hope.