Oh look, a bird is passing by the stream Blast it! It fell as it hit the roof's rim Such things I see when the world is dim It's because colors aren't visible and reality is a dream But here you are, painting the portrait of love And here I am, smiling as I gaze up above You laughed, set the brush down Kissed me in the forehead, in happiness I drown All these little pieces of sweetness I gather Every kiss, every word and laughter What if I keep it all inside luck and dice Then I could write and write down lies
Indeed, I swore to honesty when we met And where is your oath now that clarity is spent I was hoping you could show me But where is it? Did you lose it as you flee? That's too bad, don't you think? I feel as though my heart is starting to sink Can you find something worth the wait Can you find me a thing that would state Whether you nor I could be in distress But I see it every time we try to oppress And if I should lock myself to my cries Then I would do it as you write down lies
The bird that flew is now on the ground Not pecking but to pieces it's been pound And then, the dim word grew darker As words made everything glow slower Where are you in this vast world of sorrow Here I am, save me from the haunting tomorrow What took you so long, now that I am trapped I called to you yet you didn't bother looking back And I can see you are really happy now So I drew my hand and revenge I plan how I hope you prepare yourself to pay the price For your sad letters when you write down lies
And in the end of it all I see how futile these thigns fall Seeking things not meant for you Is never the answer or a sacred clue I heard you're well off these days I wondered if you are still thinking of me, always Sincerely, I'm hoping you still are Because right now, I'm awake at this hour I am sitting on a chair, a pen in hand Slowly eyeing a paper, the ink I'll land And I hope you read these words I thought would suffice As I scribbled down and start writing my own lies
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I don't remember writing this poem at all. I don't remember much about the latter part of 2017. It's all a hazy patch of memory in my brain.
So yeah. This poem talks about writing down lies.
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