First move

So I cried some lakes for you,
drowned some fires with the tears.
And they all kind of died,
just from the fears.

Liar, liar,
pants on fire!

Kept me in the dark,
made me think you were good and true.
Made me trust and try,
made me belive in you.

A believer,
let it die!

Of course I'm not mad,
and definitive not hurt.
Just got something in the eyes,
some of you dirt.

Be real,
pigs don't fly.

How lovely isn't it,
that we all just died.
Maybe there's hope after all,
no, I never cried.

Never ever,
I just almost loved you

I know better then to feel,
only makes you fall apart.
Feelings like that are really bad,
makes it ache and break the heart.



Poetry by baby Blue
Read 491 times
Written on 2007-12-18 at 13:27

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