Your heart sits filled with secret mysteries;
like a smile turned tears filled in the eyes.
Your thinking mind repeatedly varies
leaving me lost within lies.
Deception that sings out of your lips
like a painful remedy of tunes,
in the depth of the heart, my soul rips
and bleeds away as it prunes.
Your soul will speak of a theme remained
while remarks at once become tainted.
I am thrashed and beat which stays contained
no longer withstanding what's painted.
I freed myself from your rope and chain,
enabling opportunity to appreciate the rain.
