Your lies hang ripe and heavy
Something unresolved hangs in the air
like last nights crumpled ball gown
its promises all used
and tossed
carelessly aside.
The strands of melancholy music stain the air
in shades of red.
Your lies hang ripe and heavy
held by fragile stems
while my lips
still parched from dancing
crave the water of truth.
like last nights crumpled ball gown
its promises all used
and tossed
carelessly aside.
The strands of melancholy music stain the air
in shades of red.
Your lies hang ripe and heavy
held by fragile stems
while my lips
still parched from dancing
crave the water of truth.
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2 Comments:
some sneaky subterfuge gwanin. harsh
Okay, speak English honey. Wassat?
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