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Muddy shoes walk on helpless backs,
treachery a’ dance in the foothills of spite
Blaming only the scented dreams,
not the evil lurking in the thistle

“Blinded by beautiful gardens discretely nurtured of poison thorns”

Chalkboards erased and rewritten,
white letters fanning flames of deceit
In handwriting we thought we knew,
only cleverly disguised as friendly

“We trust, we smile, we fall, we cry…repeat”

When dust on coat strings settles
and seams of doubt ensue
Positioned on a ledge of lies, we jump…
for changes happen overnight

“Lessons learned but quickly forgotten in blooms of naïve beliefs”

Now as the pain of broken walls
crumbles, landing heavily on the gut
A swift kick releases the breath
of whom we thought to believe

*“It is the caring heart that gets ripped to shreds; it is the evil heart that feels no pain”