Is A Thought Still A ThoughtA Poem by xxxrawr_friendxxxI wrote this sometime last year; I just found it in an old sketchbook C:
I was told the tale of a liar, a thief;
A story of your stolen heart, in which you refuse to believe. Who am I to lie to you, My love, Even if you deny the truth? Who am I, To have use of a mind, To have the ability of speech? I am only yours, if you'll allow me to be. I massacre my heart to give to you And wash away the sins to renew my love. But, those who deny the reality, Aren't they the untruthful ones, themselves? My body whimpers for your own slander, And for your disbelief. You smile into my words, A flash of pure betrayal. I suppose we'll always be locked away in each other's hearts
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