Deception

thats the stuff that makes me pist, speak with my fist, caught in a myst of blind fury,

always blury, cant see straight, call it fate or a date with the devil, you put me on another

level that noone can relate, gotta leave the state and never look back, hold my head high,

whenever you see me cry its because i want you to die, look me in my eyes contemplate my 

truth from lies, in between the lines you take a breathe, credit for life just to cheat death,

nothings left when you do right, forced to fight in the night, chest is tight, soar like a kite, 

up up and away, i made it another day,

in a second it will all change, promises made are sure to fade, freeze the moment, you want 

to believe.

whatever they said was meant to deceive, just take heave or leave me alone, stone cold, 
born bold,

never too old to make yoou feel young, dont bite your tongue, guns will shoot, but only a 

blank,look at your face, i state my case, lets end this cat chase, and meet face to face in

an undisclosed pace, we race to the top, to win the prize, but if you were wise, youd take 

your time, quiet as a mime, that will not speak, you dirty sneak, just way too weak but serve

my cause well, to get to HEAVEN you must conquer HELL, go ahead and tell, i already 

expected you to tell!!!!!!!!    TRADER
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Williams Avatar
May 27, 2009 at 8:08 AM
Very strong writing Brandy.. very well done... Thank you also for all your comments... always appreciated. Thank you
Fraser Avatar
May 26, 2009 at 4:11 PM
Powerful write Brandy, well written>James
Devonshire Avatar
May 26, 2009 at 3:09 PM
Sounds like this person really hurt you badly, Brandy. I'm glad you stand up for yourself in this hard-hitting poem. Way to go! Love, Carolyn
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May 26, 2009 at 2:41 PM
DECEPTION--it cuts like a knife,the one who deceives someone in the end he s deceiving his own self,living a lie,and the one who suffers the act will cry and be hurt,but time will show its not worth it crying over trash,and will survive it all,all woman kid!get those boots-start walking:-),,bravo my friend,heartfelt--charma
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