Living a dream

  


So this is what it's like,
To live a dream in this life,
Walking through the haze
of your visions, blurred
by those undiscovered lies,
That keep floating in your eyes.


So this is what love can do,
and you had to see it yourself,
even though you knew
where the shredded pieces
of your life would fall,
for you to pick up and sort,
Trying to make a memory of it all,

So while you say your goodbyes,
I'll forever close my eyes,
let life be what it has to be,
its colors hold no promise for me,

Damp memories now I'll have to find,
strewn across the dark recesses of my mind.



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So this is what it's like,
to live a dream in this life,
Walking through the haze,
of your visions, blurred
by those untold lies,
that keep floating in your eyes.


so this is what love can do,
and you have to see it yourself,
even though you knew,
where the shredded pieces,
of this life will fall,
for you to pick up and sort,
trying to make a memory of it all,

so while you say your goodbyes,
I'll forever close my eyes,
let life be what it has to be,
its color holds no promise for me,

damp memories I'll have to find,
strewn in the recesses of my mind.....


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Applies to the text only.

The mirror

Unrelenting...
on the walls of
my imagination, it sat,
Its gaze unwavering,

determined every grain,
of my malignant existence,
resolute not to look at
my image, that kept shattering,

the mirror of introspection,

undeceived uncorrupted,
painting my conscience
with the strokes of guilt,
tainting my tongue,
with the truth of what i had done,

it left me stammering....


 
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