The Lie

Posted on April 24, 2014 by Helen

You turn your head
Your blood-red eyes to me
And speak
Your tone is low
You almost glow it seems
Yet weak
Your time to come
A different drum I see
We stray
I feel the fear
It’s creeping near to me
This day
You turn your head
Your blood-red eyes to me
And cry
Of how you’ve bled
These words you’ve said are free
But lie

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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9 Responses to The Lie

  1. silentlyheardonce's avatar silentlyheardonce says:
    April 24, 2014 at 9:36 pm

    A pondering verse. The words are free but lie. Heavy

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  2. This account is no longer in use's avatar Sarah Elizabeth Lane says:
    April 26, 2014 at 2:48 am

    Oh, I just relish your poems.

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  3. harhimmatsingka's avatar harhimmatsingka says:
    April 27, 2014 at 7:59 pm

    What a thought flow! Its beautiful to see words flowing literally from a bowl of emotions covered with nostalgia! Beautiful words…. :’)

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  4. Skye's avatar Skye says:
    April 28, 2014 at 1:38 am

    So very emotive, Sis…..well done!! 🙂 xxxx

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