I remember much
Too much it would seem
But some things are better burned
Others perhaps buried…
Somewhere along that forgotten highway
But still,
As the images continue to flicker
There are foul tastes
Disguised underneath all the splendor
Hidden amongst carefree smiles
Deeper than any smoldering look
Lies the darker truth
Built to be whispered ever so slowly
Against disbelieving lips
By all means,
Tell me my own story
You seem to do it so well
I’m sure you’ll be singing so sweetly in hell
© 2014 Peach
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
I remember much
Too much it would seem
But some things are better burned
Others perhaps buried…
Somewhere along that forgotten highway
But still,
As the images continue to flicker
There are foul tastes
Disguised underneath all the splendor
Hidden amongst carefree smiles
Deeper than any smoldering look
Lies the darker truth
Built to be whispered ever so slowly
Against disbelieving lips
By all means,
Tell me my own story
You seem to do it so well
I’m sure you’ll be singing so sweetly in hell
© 2014 Peach
