she says
in a tone
all too convincing
"there's nothing wrong..."
well my dear
your life tells
of different
stories
of good dreams
they crumble
at the seams
they're stitched up
by lies and
crimson, clouded lips
what's the norm
of today?
no harm, no foul
they say
it's time to wake up, wake up
you're being force-fed
flawed logic and
it's killing your sight
all I see are...
stories
of good dreams
they crumble
at the seams
they're stitched up
by lies and
crimson, clouded lips
what's so hard to swallow?
you've just been so shallow
no harm, no foul?
tastes bitter to me
the damage is done
© @othern 2009.
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