Friday, 12 April 2013

Broken Lies

Crying eyes
broken lies
scars that cut
deep within
torn disguise

Falling alone
hearing your voice
all in its tone
never wanting to feel hurt
to the bone

Wishing simple thoughts
spreading wings again
finding life is different
trapped in a den

Blowing back the colours
pulling across the sheets
nothing ever lies there
not even the heart beats

Sudden rafts of rivers
flowing up and down
always feeling like a fool
feeling like a clown

Rapture holes inside
each tunnel a memory
forget the past and present
the futures now brighter
you see

Craving more and more
grasping at the edges
forget the here and now
fit inside the wedges

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