24 Dec 2004


Posted by Pye in Poetry | 10:09am

how much do you know?
a layer or two
a half-baked assumption
without any clue
my image in your mind
spurious, untrue

why do you talk?
with words you don't mean
a lifelong pretense
from behind a screen
faceless masquerade
robotic machine

what do you care?
for the hurt you inflict
deep, hurtful words
the choicest, hand-picked
lay open the wounds
so carefully licked

when would you stop?
this amusing game
end the deceit
the shifting of blame
let me mourn fully
the girl i became

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Celtic harp