The Real Mccoy
Folding crumpled dreams into paper boats:
you launch them upon a river of tears.
And following the route anger promotes:
you watch as the last of them disappears.
It's time for you to gather up your thoughts
and allow doubts and fears to drift away.
Go ahead and cry; humans aren't robots:
we suffer anxiety every day.
Confetti the wind with tomorrow's dreams,
and encourage them to take wing and fly.
For change is not as scary as it seems,
and the truth's better than living a lie.
There's no future in being someone's toy:
unlike lust, love is the real McCoy.
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