Simply Lies.
Thursday, December 16, 2010 @ 5:20 PM
Since when did images lie and promises tell?
People cry and paintings yell?
When did the opposite of reality because reality itself?
When did everyone put their lives on the shelf?
To idly watch, and idly stare.
Who knows, who knows... what could be there.
But you stare and stare.
Without care.
At those paintings and photographs, lying to you.
Happy memories? Through and through?
Since when did the world become gullible and accept promises?
Promises, are not promises any longer. Just one more thing, she misses.
That longing for redemption,
That thirst for what was-a-mention.
That disturbing thought.
As you realize:
They forgot.
