tell me no lies

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Curse this heart of mine,
shake my head at it's fraility.
As tears well up once again,
when will the hurt ever go away.

Curse those eyes of his,
their coldness etched in my memory.
The stories they tell me,
tales of a dream in them lay.

Curse these lips of mine,
they tremble as they emit a sigh.
The rememberence of kisses,
too many wasted on his cheek.

Curse those arms of his,
that held me in their lies.
No comfort can be found there,
empty betrayal is all that held me.

posted by Unknown @ 6:35 PM

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tell me no lies

Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression. Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine. But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion. It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives, and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen. So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com; share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.

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