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Each time you try,
It only fails,
Weaving lies,
From older tales,
You leave the truth,
Far behind,
Walking on,
As you find,
Each was a dream,
You wished was true,
Imagining irirses,
Of deepest blue,
The sweet smelling roses,
With their scent,
Of liliacs in summer,
Whole world was bent,
Tilting away,
As everything turns red.
Each scream
Is another tear unshed,
Leaving a gap,
A hole unfilled,
Day after day,
Each one is stilled.
Lost forever in a void of dreams,
That saved you,
From haunting screams,
The voices filled with tear,
And hate,
Guilt free once,
Now it's too late,
Try to turn back,
But instead,
You stay,
Reliving these memories,
Each passing day,
Dreams upon hate,
Tears upon pain,
Lies sharp as diamonds,
Falling like rain,
Weaving this world,
To hide for the best,
Awake each night,
Only death brings rest,
Only silence brings
The dreams you crave,
And yet instead,
Still it can't save,
You from the worst,
Of what's to be,
For lies are truth,
And dreams insanity.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
