A poem by the : ‘ Vasanistis’ Loving eyes were a deception ? ..Were they? Love has been so weak, that bended to be a lied truth ? ..Has it? Promises? Never, never have meant to be kept ? And, this question hangs and swings, like a spider on her web , from a dark, smoked beam, over your head, ....ignoring you. But, there was an innocent victim who had believed in all that. Strange. I did not know that shadows can talk, as they are passing past, on the wall, from the light of a car., Outside, in another world, where people, drunk and merry, can drive in the night, Only, from inside, the sound is mute. that says : follow us. Ah, Thoughts. They scatter around the same way as feelings did when crashed down. As Sharp pieces, they spurted, pierced in, every part, and not only, of the body, And, this question hangs and swings. Innocent victim, one of the two, of what trick? Was he? that confused him to believe not in his love, any more? What the gain? For neither, or, none. Loving eyes were a deception? This question hangs and swings. The innocent victim, of the two, had believed in all that,. …did not fake. Only the blood that did not run, lied.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 11:46:12 +0000
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