It Is Here
again I lie
it forces its way out through
my teeth
staring into
eyes of amber chocolate
beauty
so true this time
and again not everything
real
I am the wolf
who strives to be the white prince
of dreams
whose soft kisses
open her eyes to life worth
living
silly smile
locked in that way I can't help
feeling
these worn down fangs
promising everything She's
wanting
delivers us
into temptation's empty
belly
where both of us
wallow in our happiest
sorrow
it is here now
awakening to facts not
pleasant
reality
all of those sweet times brushed off
falling
onto my soul
where I will choose to believe
or won't
again I lie
wearing truth's better Sunday
clothing
still just rags
these grand imperial clothes
bare all
1 comment:
Yes, and perfect.
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