Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Mask

You're scratching me
Your sand paper words rub against my fair, blushing skin
I'd appreciate you to stop,
Or apologize
Your sticky mouth blurts out promises you can't keep
So sure in your motives,
So dominant in your actions
You freeze, time stops-
It's just us now
Lies sap out of your ears
You branch out your cries,
One by one they fall
Floating down like new fall leaves
Crunching beneath my feet
And when the fog settles
I see who you are
Better yet,
I see what you're not



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