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by LTFR Club Feb 7, 2015 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The pocket full of excuses, I'm afraid, is now tattered- No more believing your relentless white lies. Sewn up with a single inch of thread, are the wrongs of a wordless life you have attempted to imprint mine with... Oh, how foolish of you - But... you have misjudged me as there are no tears 'pon the skin, you have wronged me for the last time - I will not succumb to you, again. I'll rise, like a skyscraper caving in through the skies, that are cloudless with a burning sun warming an ice cold heart. Yes, I will strive to revive, and I'll eventually thrive; I'll stand with no demand and maybe then you'll understand... Even if you remain fog bound know that I hear a new sound, and while this might be a blessing in disguise, I found peace at last while saying my goodbyes... to a pocket full of lies.-- * By: - believeinlove (Holly) - Tara Kay - Something Diabolical - gIrL (Meme) - Larry Chamberlin the Godfather - Fat Giraffe (Rabea) - Lebanese Phoenix (Abed) Submission date : 2012-01-13