Of lies that all my heart Sees true, Secret loves bring life anew. Hurt that flows within my veins, As blood does run- calmly wanes. Trust and love come hand in hand, Deceit and lies with harsh demands. And through the night shine stars so great, Like queens' eyes with spiteful hate. And all the night I pray 'til dawn, That love for hate would so be gone. Of the heart does love come straight, The hurt seen quick and felt too late. 'Til dawn I cry when day does wake, My tears, not puddles; Dripping lakes. And all I know and thought was true, Has become a lie with you.
Reason for writing:
in touch with reality..
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