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Maybe it's the way your hand caresses my face,
Or how beautiful your lies truly are,
It all seems so perfect,
I just want close my eyes and live your lies forever,
I'm falling for the person I wish you were,
The person I tell myself you are,
I give you my heart,
As my sole starts to decay.
The person I am is dying from your poison,
yet is't your poison that keeps my alive,
Who I am is starting to diminish,
As I pretend to be oblivious to your lies,
I can only pray that in the end my wall go unstained,
From the tears I know I'll cry,
Allowing myself to love,
My silent suicide.
| On February 8th 2007 numba1chic Said : | |
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so.... i LOVE this poem...like obsessively....very very..VERY good. i likes |


