Had I once been able to see through those eyes,
All that’s hidden in contemptible lies,
I would have known not to get clashed in,
To that brutal ‘street’ of such cold-blooded compassion.
But it is not to the eyes that one would suspect,
What a deep sword in the back two confidants could inject.
Instilled my impeccable faith, friendship- Love even,
Yet such a confiding fault of my own for once believin’
That a rearing so heavy on pompousness and asset,
Could teach fidelity with a sensible mindset!
Now these cutting words, incased in lies,
Leave a sickening pit betwixt my stomach, in a jealous disguise.
Nothing left but wondrous memories turned to dust,
As I rip up the pictures in utter disgust.
But I stop myself and then realize,
That by pursuing this grief, a piece of me dies.
So live and let go, wipe the tears that I shed,
There are faithful crowds I have yet to equate,
And a promising future ahead.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
Had I once been able to see through those eyes,
All that’s hidden in contemptible lies,
I would have known not to get clashed in,
To that brutal ‘street’ of such cold-blooded compassion.
But it is not to the eyes that one would suspect,
What a deep sword in the back two confidants could inject.
Instilled my impeccable faith, friendship- Love even,
Yet such a confiding fault of my own for once believin’
That a rearing so heavy on pompousness and asset,
Could teach fidelity with a sensible mindset!
Now these cutting words, incased in lies,
Leave a sickening pit betwixt my stomach, in a jealous disguise.
Nothing left but wondrous memories turned to dust,
As I rip up the pictures in utter disgust.
But I stop myself and then realize,
That by pursuing this grief, a piece of me dies.
So live and let go, wipe the tears that I shed,
There are faithful crowds I have yet to equate,
And a promising future ahead.
