Lies
The truth was poison, Bitter to the tongue, toxic and hard to swallow. So you lied. Your lies borrowed from the pleasant, From all that
November 20, 2005
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The truth was poison, Bitter to the tongue, toxic and hard to swallow. So you lied. Your lies borrowed from the pleasant, From all that
Beneath earth's skies on cold granite, color of night a Lady cries. Her heart battered. Her eyes bruised. She speaks to what lies beneath the
When the past was no longer present When yesterday was a story Gone. Put away, in a dusty book, And all that remained was regret,
