Every Lie Makes Up This Trust

Every Lie Makes Up This Trust

A Poem by Nessa
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I had inspiration.

"

 

I think I've said too much

Or maybe just not enough

What happens when perfection wears out?

And all that's left are these songs

They keep going through my head,

Faster and faster, they mean more each time.

 

And these regrets are coming back

Coming back, even more guilt-filled

They all come down in the saline from those soft hazel eyes

Crashing down around us, like everything we've known.

 

Fingers laced like it was meant to be

Holding me tight, keeping me from all that was real

Now nothing's holding me back, I'm not safe anymore.

Every word was spoke with pain

With pain comes second thoughts

These second thoughts are actually fear.

 

When everything seems it's fallen into place,

It falls apart, knocking down each promise.

This domino effect is repetitive; every lie makes up this trust.

Like these mixed up feelings that are dying,

Dying is only the beggining of the end.

 

We met up at the station

Quarter to midnight; there's noise

I can hear no sound but your perfect hell of a lullaby.

The chords are strum; more powerful than the last

Each note brings back a memory

Some that we force to be forgotten,

In turn it's engraved in us.

 

The calendar's hung on the burreau by the nightstand;

Crossing off these days till I'm free of cliche charm

And back to the only thing that true

Reality is what it is, sometimes the feeling doesn't stay

And the sparks wear out.

I'm high off this blind beau ideal

It slipped away right when I was sure it would've been there.

 

Running fingers against the chain linked fence

Every jump it made had a meaning

For what we were; or what we'd become.

Slow down, we'll make it through.

Once more, let's run through it

Sometimes perfection wears out and...

What's there is reality.

This reality is the truth, what all people ignore.

We crave these actual thoughts of heart break

Because it's all we've known.

© 2008 Nessa


Author's Note

Nessa
Lyrics. Written while listening to Bruised by Jack's Mannequin.

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Sweeeet. I lurve it! It's going to my faves :D

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very nice Nessa!
Beautiful Job, as always!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Simply beautiful

Posted 16 Years Ago


This really captures the dilemma of knowing it's just not working any more, but the pull of this is what I've gotten used to...but I know this isn't enough anymore. Very nice.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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