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Lies in your eyes are beautiful
I remain intoxicated by their craft
The deep exhalation when you hold my hand
As if, I am the only one; you are an artist!
Your musings over my safety, happiness...
The pretense...oh so touching!
I had almost drowned in its earnestness.
My wistful eyes are locked on your inventions.
I am like a wandering spirit lost in translation.
My heart burns with hunger for love
In the dark shadow of your desire and lust.
Truth in my closet are so painful
I wear them every day on my heaving soul
In the graveyard of hope.
I am blossoming in the garden of your lies.
Lies in your eyes are beautiful. |
