Friendship blossomed it's budding blooms
The petals opening, caught their appeal
Once confessed, the beauty
Seemed so surreal
He fell for her
When he thought he had an angel
What he didn't know
Was she was mentally unstable
They told each other tales of life
Had the world at their fingertips
Had their disagreements
But hey that's what love is
Once apon a time' life was fairytales
Little did he know she was a fallen angel
Her hair so thin and wings so frail
He imagined her being the being one , making his life stable
But she he able
Was she even capable
Was this all betrayal
Would her efforts flail,
in the aftermath and fail
They percieved perfection in each others eyes
But what really happens behind the screen
Just how many secrets, how many lies
How many things did they leave unseen
But he was fallen too
He was no Romeo
He needed someone to help him
From the dark, dreary shadows
They percieved perfection in each others eyes
But what really happens behind the screen
Just how many secrets? How many lies?
How many things did they leave unseen
She destroys everything she touches
She breaks all with the fury of a demon
She's like a succubus
Destroying all without reason
He was looking for a saviour
And she could help him feel
But what he didn't know
Is how many secrets she concealed
They percieved perfection in each others eyes
But what really happens behind the screen
Just how many secrets? How many lies?
How many things did they leave unseen
When they found the truth
He was at loss for words
His mind was as blank
As the abyss in hers
They thought they weren't right for eachother
He left with a tear
How she finally knew
What love has to fear
When he found out she was no help
He packed his bags, said goodbye
They failed to make flowers bloom
but their lack of nuture saw them die
How many lies?
How many secrets?
How many dead flowers
How many lies?
When he realise
He was projecting paradise
How many lies...
How many secrets
How many lies
To hold his disguise.
3/4/16
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Fragments of a shattered soul
PoetryThe broken fragments of me. Each shard represents a pain, something that has contributed to the scattering of my being
