The Lie

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

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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9 Responses to The Lie

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

  2. Sarah Elizabeth Lane says:

    Oh, I just relish your poems.

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

  4. Skye says:

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

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