Past

Trees of white stand in the darkened moonlight and I see your face in the back of my mind.Its blurred by images of a past that I forced myself to forget.The wound in my heart still bleeds but I salt it with lies.I cut the ties in shamed misery as my darkened blue eyes close in pained perfection.A picture I painted to disguise my mistrusted disgust.Rivers of icy blackened depths conceal the scars that marr my brain.The bruises bring strain and I stand when my knees seek to fall because I am not weak and can accept defeat because the love became a prison full of empty promises and corpses in the closet.To different to see we were never meant to be