Poem 21. March 2012
The illusion the lies
These words mask
With symbols and rhymes
How will you know how I feel
When it’s covered beneath tinsel and frill
Let me speak so bluntly
I only hope the critics won’t bludgeon me
I wanted you and I know you knew that
Maybe you wanted me too
You say time was the reason
I know its a lie
For time does not come in to play
In matters of the heart
So you say you need more
And I will gladly hand it over
But you quickly start to vanish
No trace left but these blurry memories