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Zaza Oct 2019
I was defended by the soothing tones of his voice
I can no longer hear the surrounding noise

Only the memories of cherubs
singing beautiful symphonies
In his lies
Those infections tones
Would pacify my heart
Like the sweetest of lullabys

And I could no longer hear clearly

I would selectively
Hear his words
To upease my reality

Because at night
As I would lay by his side to sleep

I could no longer hear his heart beat for me
Zaza Jan 2019
Why can't we just be honest?

Instead
We speak words to masquerade those thoughts that lay deep within our conscience
Our lips
So full of unspoken secrets
That we bite our tongues
As though it's embedded in our blood
To always speak with extreme caution.

So verbally we try masking those emotions
Of those internal scars
Those wounds left open
Trying desperately
To act without distorting
Our perfected skin
Whilst internally
We are broken

So everyday we try to shift the focus
So focused on portraying an imagery so golden
It blinds our eyes
To the reality we are holding
So deep within our souls
For fear of us exposing
Our
Truths

But our truth lies
So cleverly disguised by those simplest of hellos
And I'm doing just fines

We are too scared to say what we truly feel inside
Because we fear the rejection from those judgemental eyes
Do we falsify our minds

I guess that an easier pill to swallow
Than the one that embodies our pride

So we place blame on others
To upease our pain
Whilst we paint pictures of happiness
With the water colours of our tear stains
Trying desperately to hide our 50shades of grey
We just stand there drowning in the mind games we play

But how can we convince our shadows that we are truly worth following
When every time we are asked to speak the truth
We just hold it all in
And stand there choking.

— The End —