Saturday, January 24, 2009 |  
The essence of my demise stares me in the face
As I pen my thoughts with words misplaced.
A world of beauty have I lived with haste
A wandering gaze away from truth but a view replaced.

A secret undressed, the mind obsessed but the heart protests.
I listened to the words you used on me.
And you deny the truth of your words laid on your breasts.
A joke as it was, I have to agree.

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The seeds of your lives is the beauty I seek.
The empty touch of the girls who work I cannot feel.
Why can't I put my lips on your cheek.
A life of lies I've lived
With you it cannot heal.