Passion Play

by Randy - Scorpio

Look around this lonely world
The faces are the same as before
Honesty is just another misused word
We turn our backs and lock the only door

So sad, what do we have?

Times I thought I had found the truth
Escaped before the dawning of the day
Things I loved, oh so real
Were ghosts of a cruel passion play

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 1999-10-04 01:16:43
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:24
Poem ID: 53430

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