Friday, August 12, 2011


If you met the truth,
You wouldn't take another glance at the lie you left behind.
Misusing innocence,
And girls with daddies that were impossible to find.
Oh, yes…
I know your kind.
Proclaiming loves name in vain,
Smiles leaving quickly as she came.
Everything looks good when it's new,
Nothing matters..
Until it comes to you.
Knowledge presented herself to you,
But you refused.
Remaining in the presence of pain that deceit induced.
A stranger to understanding,
Your comfortable with being confused.
So used to feeling used,
Unaccustomed to any sort of good news.
Confidence is distant lately,
A distorted reflection in the mirror of an unfamiliar lady.
Or perhaps its a figment of your imagination,


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