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S.o.F.T. #8 - End of S.o.F.T.

Smorgasbord of Fun Things, that's a name full. This was all started when I was in high school, I can't have been older than 15, and I'm definitely not that same child anymore.

I'm leaving everything up because clearly I wanted to post it years ago, but I'll probably edit/revise everything eventually.

A LOT has changed since highschool, eventually I'll tell you about it. For now though I'm just reclaiming my account

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S.o.F.T Poetry 7

This time you picked a good lie This time you lie the righteous lie This time you lie for truth This time... But it’s a habit, just a little lie here or there. And “this time” it’s ok Last time you picked the good lie Last time you lied the righteous lie Last time you lied for truth Last time... But it’s a habit, just a little lie here or there. And “last time” it was ok Next time you won’t pick the good lie Next time you won’t lie the righteous lie Next time you won’t lie for truth But it’s a habit, just a little lie here or there. And “next time” it won’t be ok

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S.o.F.T. Poetry 6

What is love to the lonely?

What is love to the restless?

What is love to the afraid?

What is love?

To the lonely love is company,

Someone who will never leave

A person which you can turn to

To the restless love is calm

Something which will never cease

A peace which you can lean on

To the afraid love is confidence,

Somehow knowing it will get better

A strength which you won’t lose

Love is wonder

Sometimes it may feel wrong

A feeling that you belong

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S.o.F.T. Poetry 5

Stone will chip and wood will splinter

Metal will bend and glass will shatter

Place all the worth you want in life, since nothing matters

The day will come when days are done

The time will come when time is done

Place all the worth you want in love, since nothing is fun

Stories will end, people will die

Legacies don’t last and civilizations will fall

Place all the worth you want in happiness, since nothing lasts at all

But if all that’s true then why do we matter

And if nothing matters how can we be

And if everything matters, how don’t we notice

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S.o.F.T. Poetry 4

How do you know If you love someone How do you know If you found the one

Does your pulse skyrocket? Do you hands get sweaty Do you words get mixed up? Do you feel new feelings?

How do you know If someone loves you How do you know If you are their one

Do you get nervous? Do you get happy? Do you get afraid? Do you get confused?

How do you know If you love someone How do you know If you found the one

You take a chance

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S.o.F.T. Poetry 3

It’s such a simple choice, when your have bread you eat it It’s such a simple choice But if it’s such a simple choice how come it’s so hard? When I’m given help I don’t accept When I’m given love I don’t take it When I’m given friends I don’t embrace them

It’s such a simple choice when you’re given food you eat, when you get water you drink, when you get shelter you live

The things of life I take, I choose a life, I choose to live Yet life is so hollow When the things of love I don’t take

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S.o.F.T. Poetry 2

Failure, not meeting your goals

Failure, not being perfect

Failure, not succeeding

Failure, not the dream

Failure, not ideal

Failure is all that, but it’s so much more

Failure can be the fiercest enemy

Failure can be the greatest teacher

Failure is so much more, but it’s all that

Failure, is an opportunity to grow

Failure, is a second start

Failure, is a chance to change

Failure, is not the end

Failure, is changeable

Failure…

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S.o.F.T. Poetry 1

The focus shifts to you

When you walk into the room

You only have one chance

When you walk into the room

You walk in with confidence

Then suddenly everything changes

You face the stares of all

Opinions fill the air

The first impression is made

When you walk into the room

Set in stone unchanging

When you walk into the room

No one truly knows you

But everyone wants to guess

An opinion based on nothing

Yet no one seems to care

So stand your ground with confidence

When you walk into the room

A first impression never changes

When you walk into the room