lazy April’s afternoon,
looking straight into my eyes…
promising very soon,
to uncover my beautiful lies…
lies are hiding behind canny thoughts… through watchful afternoons they lurk to the surface… catch them and never let go…
looking straight into my eyes…
promising very soon,
to uncover my beautiful lies…
lies are hiding behind canny thoughts… through watchful afternoons they lurk to the surface… catch them and never let go…
9 comments:
lies ... are secrets.
arent they?
what are we with out our secrets.
whats the use of eyes .. if we didnt have secrets to hide.
thats a lurky poem ;)
lies are pain in disguse
a sheild
as long as they are left untouched, they dont harm u
but once u start pokeing them
careful what u mite uncover
dont tell me there's no pufak @@ ???
*no3ik... lurky indeed :) if one is lying to herself.. it's pretty awful :(
*eshda3wa.. true.. never mess with them :)
*do0da... looool 7elwa!! the pufak is 100% real!! ;)
What's so "beautiful" about the lies?
As far as possible, never lie!!
Only lie if it does some good to someone...
Liked your poem...
*hitman1 .. hmmm when they get u out of trouble they r beautiful ;p just kiddin ;)
*sene!! i agree!! absolutely true! thanks sweety.. glad u liked it :*
Can't live without being a liar :P
well well!! good for u my dear!! we do need them sometimes ;)
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