These scars upon my heart
Are ripping at the seam.
I try to hide the pain,
I'm living in a dream.
The dancing of sweet lies
Are like a symphony
Playing softly in my head
Whispering, only, to me.
One should look for hope
In the light of a new tomorrow
But my eyes are blinded…
By the soft velvet of sorrow.
Pouring slowly down the drain
A stream of words unsaid
It is a bitter-sweet thought
That will sour when dead.
Oh what foolish lovers
Confess in moans and sighs
And when the morrow comes
It will wither….and dies.
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