They say the words you want to hear,
And though you know the truth inside,
With whispered lies to soothe your fear,
The truth seems easier to hide.
They show you what you want to see,
And blindly you believe it's true,
Not seeing it could never be,
Until they end up hurting you.
Professing love they do not feel,
You never see until the end,
None of their words were ever real,
But lies on which they still depend.
Now as the pain opens your eyes,
At last you see through their disguise.














Comments
short and bitterlysweet.
well done.
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~Caboose: I don't want to be dead, I want to be alive! ... or a cowboy!~
You might wanna fix the "prophecing" and change it to "professing"... but that's the only thing I can think of that would make this a better poem.
[sighs]
I wish it wasn't that way, though. But at least I know better now...
:hugs: thank you for writing this.
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"When you're dead, you just disappear..."
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I'm so confused... wait, maybe I'm not!
i like the transition from the person not seeing, to seeing the truth...its so sad but great writing. i love how ur poems can reach out to so many people, i know i can relate!
bethany
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"Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart."
- Crowded House
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We're rotten fruit
We're damaged goods
What the hell we've got nothing more to lose
One burst and we will probably crumble
We're backdrifters
"They show you what you want to see,
And blindly you believe it's true"
Due to the fact I can erlate to it most. Again, good stuff as usual bud.
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Just Greg, thanks.
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I have the attention span of....ooo a dime!!!!
If you're smoking, you'd better be on fire.
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