Friday, 27 March 2015

Rocks in ribbons

Rocks in ribbons
did i receive
Words of fake
came to me

Pretence protector
With broken lance
Empty future
No backward glance

Forced promises
and glittering pyrites
Just disturbance
And sham my life

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