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Stubborn eyes
stare into mine,
pick apart lies,
weaved by curved lines.
Under the surface
more lonely than not,
a broken-down fortress,
a kingdom distraught.
A princess in turmoil,
a golden crown stolen,
water coming to a boil
a new path set and chosen.
Smiling for a photo’s whim,
beginning to sink,
unable to swim.
The reality falls through,
pinning all the blame on you.
- by bulletxxlace |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/14/2010 |
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