The BlindingA Poem by Mr. LopezShe painted pictures on the wall Of spring and summer but never fall She spoke of tales to tempt my eyes On her sleeve was her disguise She stripped me bare to bring me close In morning came another dose She lined my heart with love and grace Then paved the streets with gold and lace She said the truth would always be What came from lips she stained ruby The true watched pride come before the fall Time stopped the leaves in a mid-air stall My vision cleared her walls would crumble I could not run but I would stumble The true ones saw and they would pray That I would see the truth some day But when I did it was too late Behind me lurked the scythe of fate They gasped with mouths covered by their hand The light would fade and I could not stand They cried for me… He died for me… But she lied to me
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7 Reviews Added on October 24, 2008 AuthorMr. LopezChandler, AZAboutI was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..Writing
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