Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Snache

I’m
Hearing truth from their mouths
Hearing lies from yours
Yet the voice I choose to listen to
Seems to be your roar

It’s sweet and subtle
Resembling a butterfly
But stinging like a bee
I think
“You can’t be hurt from what you can’t see”

But that’s wrong
It’s lies
I see the devil flashing in your eyes
A pit full of lies
From the ties you tried bind

I see this a week later
It’s crystal clear
And if you ever try to draw near
I’ll show you true fear
For all the dishonesty, disunity
But most of all disrespect

You met me
ME!
And you don’t even care
Now I see you’re in despair
Desperately needing to be wanted

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