the color of your liesA Poem by Matome Masipa
I would drown within the colors of your lies.
If it meant you would stay, if it was the only way, just for me to hold you another day Cause there are times where I know so much but when it comes to love, I am so blind, There Times where we burn like fire, bursting wild, within our collision an illusion of happiness shining with a glimpse of light so bright. Without shades; only signs things are a reflection of an empty room in the mirror appearing alright. As long as it's you and i; The image of that lie. Possessing my soul. What you don't seem to understand is am willing to drown in the color of your lies, Rather than being alone. I finally see how your colors darken the skies. I would swear, I have never seen the glow in your eyes, I could touch your heart And like stacks of cards our love would fall apart I detach from you like leaves in autumn and drift down the color of your lies Floating towards the edge over the waterfall But my soul is light I glide instead of feeling the afflictions of the fall I can't die inside cause I have seen so many different hearts. Some give love, some give hate and in the mixture of that state I have felt it all. What dangers lay in yours, I see clear, and still I don't fear. I would rather drown within the colors of your lies. I can't deny and keep fighting what I am feeling, The sparkle of your eyes revealed as I am staring at the night sky through the hole in the ceiling I know what this is for me, even if your heart longs for something else pleading I am cursed but am free, I am blessed that it's me, Dying in your beauty; Breaths fading awkwardly and sourly. My addictions consoling me that you will at least stay, even if you hurting me this way, Just tell me you would stay I look through the hole in the ceiling and I see the color of your eyes and heart Yet here I am loving you still, knowing I always will, with the undying certainty In my closet I leave my emotions so I can be numb Numb enough that I don't mind suffering and drowning in the colors of your lies. © 2016 Matome Masipa |
StatsAuthorMatome MasipaPRETORIA, dendron, South AfricaAboutPen name MaddaMoriyah Eliyah, a writer of spiritual awareness of self development of philosophy in writings from poetry novels and theatre. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice w.. more..Writing
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