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Maybe it's the way your hand caresses...

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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. 

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On February 8th 2007 numba1chic Said :
numba1chic so.... i LOVE this poem...like obsessively....very very..VERY good. i likes