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02-06-2006, 02:08 AM | #1 |
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Her Mendacity
Her eyes are weary from the flow of water
Her eyes are dry when the sunlight hits Her tainted soul is wandering into a dark and lonely path There stands trees - their leaves always wither When the flowers blosom their petals fall When the day dies they hinder love She hides her eyes beneath her long brown hair She hides her lies beneath her heart of ember When she slumps on the floor into her puddle of pity He softly whispers the truth in her ear His heart is solid yet thaws at her deceptive innocence When she sank a dagger through his heart 'Twas too late to realize she never love him Last edited by SmEeKy : 02-06-2006 at 02:12 AM. |
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Re: Her Mendacity
Beautifully written!
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Re: Her Mendacity
i liked the last lines,
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I Indeed Babtize you with water BUT ONE Mightier Than I Cometh The Latchet Of Whose Shoes I,am Not Worthy To Unloose He Shall Babtize You With The Holy Ghost And With FIREEEEEEEEEE John The Babtist You Never Count Your Money When YOUR Sittin At The Table There Will Be Time Enough To Count,em When The Dealings Done |
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