Betrayed

Mystic evening sky Moonlight sitting On the edge of yesterdays Silenced by the weeping Of a lover Walking upside down In someone's fluffy dreams of Sugared lies, Dispied By poet and music makers With out-of-tune guitars and Pianos with broken keys... STOP! That's the door to perfumed Scented promises... Left over from a thrill that's Flying at the end of a kite - With stars hanging from it! A kite that no longer shines. STOP! i say again... The horses have run off The Carousel Ah!...But the music keeps playing September 8, 2010 10029 p.m. Just off the top of my head..