Tasting Deception
No soul to split a writhing tart affair
was written there upon my sorrowed brow
until he blew deception in my hair
and blinded all I saw 'till even now
For he was one of all the pilot's kings
For he held up the moon and took a bow
For he was all the down's and in between's
For he became the reason for the why's
And now I'll bend the wind until it cleans
my hair of all the pale affair of lies
and hopefully my brow will be repaired
and vision once again will know my eyes.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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