Saturday, November 27, 2010

by anonymous

just another face in the crowd
with no repercussions
so you can spout beauty or poison
because who can stop you?

sweeping honesty from your lips
you can tug the heart strings
let my thoughts provide the guise
seeing someone I know in your confessions
building a backstory you don't have
to match the way I feel

or hatred like blood on your fangs
dripping with judgment
unending faults under your microscope gaze
cowardly attack from behind closed doors
building you a sympathetic past
to match the way I feel