She's perfect. It's no wonder he follows her. She a lie. It's a shame he doesn't see. She betrayed me. Lied to me. No one sees it. She's the real angel. She's stolen my wings, my gown and my halo. She plays the part well. Almost as fake as me. She takes his hand. He's blind to her. Thinks I'm the lie. I'm left alone. My lies of truth never bled so deep. My voice can't put words to the lie. But people never trust my words. She's begotten, and I'm forgotten. I won't breach this lie, but it lives on. In her. All my happiness is stolen by a cheaper, prettier replacement of me. Her blond curls and fake smile. She burns in me. I can't do anything but sit and watch as my only shrouds of happiness leave me here. Once again, I'm put on the shelf with the other forgotten ones. You promised to never hurt me...
 Made27 · Tue May 31, 2005 @ 02:45pm · 0 Comments |
