The future doesn't hold a place for the shrouding lies of creation.
And pulses that faked the highs
You're left with no regrets, now
Generations that had once been lies
Your foul slight of a smile and
Tongue that trickled from blue lips
Did cease to feed me stories
A fiction that commenced to exist
Your memory had spoke promises
Of words and foreign karma
Stale hands found soul and body
Where consideration sat in my arms
& now we're telling the bullshit from the lies.
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2005-09-15 at 06:09
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The Contrary
Eyes that decieved with passionAnd pulses that faked the highs
You're left with no regrets, now
Generations that had once been lies
Your foul slight of a smile and
Tongue that trickled from blue lips
Did cease to feed me stories
A fiction that commenced to exist
Your memory had spoke promises
Of words and foreign karma
Stale hands found soul and body
Where consideration sat in my arms
& now we're telling the bullshit from the lies.
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
Read 839 times
Written on 2005-09-15 at 06:09
Tags Expectation
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