Monday, August 25, 2014

~ Beautiful Lies ~

“The vows were made, to never be broken. You spoke to me with words that should have never been spoken. Like how you’ll love me until the moon ceases to give us light in the dead of night. But now I see; as I lay here in darkness; and the stars above are not far from starless, and your body warmth is no longer abound, that all you said to me is now just floating around; waiting for the next ear to hear all the beautiful lies.”

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