he told my secrets, he told lies,i thout he was my best friend he was just a spy
Contributed by
in2thetwilightzone2
on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 03:01:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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a fool was i,
naive was me,
to think the truth could be handled,
by one who only wanted this body to see,
he of no value,
no thoughts of decency,
wants only lust to be cured by his eyes,
and searches within me just to see,
cold and perverted he spies and lies,
not a word was a secret to him,
not a word meant anything,
and now i fall with regret,
this is just the ending of our start,
to think i believed he was listning with his heart,
this isnt a case of forgive and forget,
after the evening,
births new dawn,
after the night,
soon comes morn,
but as every moment went by,
i think back to the words i said,
between hello and goodbye,
i wish i could have seen where this could have led,
curved my tongue as not to later dwell,
take back the time,
reserve the stones that should have stayed deep within the well,
i shouldnt have opened the drawbridge,
as into my fortress entres the soldiers,
they break everything,
destroy everything i own,
everything i need,
now my flag barely waves, alone
everything i wish was kept sacred to me and him,
is gone,
but there was no me and him,
he just takes what he needs and like the wind moves on,
just my words in foreighn air,
there was no lake for me to swim,
no spark, no blaze, no flare,
he never told a single secret of his own,
but he told everyone else of mine,
now i hate him with great passion,
and will be proud to do the action that even words of great power cannot define,
he listened and recorded all of my words in his mind,
like a theif in the night,
he was gone with a bang,
like a bird in the wind,
a single note was bearly sang,
now i feel isolated,
i feel like everyone knows something different about me,
like they hold a peice of my jigsaw,
a piece of the puzzle they shouldnt see,
then loosing them forever,
i need the strength now,
i need to gather the peices and put them back together,
release the anger,
slowly pluck the bird feather by feather,
though the pain is still happening,
release the callous beast,
the scars still stay remaining,
humiliation,
pain,
defeats,
loss of self defense,
false interpretation,
loss of confidence,
the same wound opened and bloats with great inflation,
ill get him,
il get him soon,
il get when his back is turned,
il get him when the my rose be in bloom...
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