Your's to Judge and be Fooled By

A bitter sensation of meaningless words,
Streaming down in torrents.
Disapating gently as it glides past,
The avenues of blissful white lies.

To hold, to care, to need, to want,
Simple gestures with no inclination.
A silent symphony with resonance rich,
That may doubt us to withhold from temptation.

Bitter-sweet tears may fall,
Crashing down the stony gates of the heart.
But to have to miniscule taste of something so endearing,
Makes us pay no heed to wise words from our thoughts.

Resistance may make bitter the young,
As passiveness makes the older weak.
But do not decide a path for others,
Or seek consolation against the cynical,
Should the dreaded prove correct.
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First poem I've made in under 5 minutes... wow.