Rust
Rust forms on metal once believed to be strong,
A quiet reminder that nothing lasts forever long.
What we thought would endure, untouched by time,
Slowly fades, without a reason or a rhyme.
And much like metal, we too shall decay,
Our days grow shorter, our beauty fades away.
So tell me, what good are the lies that we weave,
For a moment of attention, for others to believe?
Why trade something real for a fleeting sensation?
Why build false worlds for a stranger’s validation?
When honest hearts and meaningful ties
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Are worth so much more than a lifetime of lies.
You could have built something that time might have kept,
A bond that was honest, a promise well-kept.
Instead, you chose fiction, a temporary high,
A handful of moments beneath a borrowed sky.
And when all the applause has faded away,
When no one remembers the words that you say,
When time leaves its mark and the years pass you by,
What remains of the person who lived by a lie?
So lie if you must, for attention today,
Collect fleeting admirers who’ll soon walk away.
But remember, dear soul, as the years pass you by,
Even the strongest of metals will rust,
And one day, so will you.
