Lies, Friends, Past.
There always comes a timeWhen you do what you want to do
You know you shouldn't do it
But you do it anyway
And when you had that time
When you knew what you wanted
You quickly placed you order
Though I never thought you'd pay
But the lines turned to lies
And the lies turned to tangles
And you're pale as a cadaver
Though you think it doesn't show
So you live with the lies
And the friends that it gathers
But somewhere in your heart you know you
Got to let it go
You haven't seen anything yet
It's a long train of regret
Puppets get no second chance
Pull the strings they have to dance
And the light that they lend is a guide
Among their shadows
Like the ghost from the past that still survive
Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 19:43
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