For The HypocritesA Poem by InsomniacWriterLava seeping;
Fists tightening;
As your gaze hardens as I speak;
Nothing but the truth which soon will leak;
Unveil yourself from that forged skin;
A betrayer, a liar that's all you ever will be;
Why be so sugar sweet?
When you don't know how to treat;
Smithereens, is what our hearts do seem;
Now banish far away until you won't hear me scream;
The friendship of ours has no worth;
So let me be and enjoy life filled with mirth. © 2013 InsomniacWriter |
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