Every Lie Makes Up This TrustA Poem by NessaI 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 NessaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 7, 2008Last Updated on April 10, 2008 |