Thursday, August 7, 2008

Wasted

Your lies tell me
what your hands know
Your eyes show me
what your mind fears
But the truth creeps in
and pushes you away
turning me into
a heart of steel
Where tenderness is weak
and strength is a virtue
used as a weapon
against all of those who hurt you
Your love is wasted
on simplicity
when it should be tasted --
by me

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