Your warm words blow cold,
were living in fools world,
Paying for our mistakes,
with fools gold,
While I watch your soul fly,
Tongue tied and twisted,
Just an earthbound misfit I,
I want to hold and touch you,
Hear those words,
And know their true,
But in a world of hate and lies,
Is it any shock,
My trust for those words dies,
Your lips move in beautiful motions,
But its like im mute and blind,
Failing to decipher even the simplest notions,
Still I swim in a sea of romance so blue,
Dive into an unknown abyss,
Whisper words I don’t see or understand
‘I love you’
A poem by me, not necessarily devoted to anyone, could be used as a metaphor but its basically what it seems... is life ever what it seems?
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