Miss Steps
Mistrusted
They bounce
Off walls
Of truths
I tore
Down
Bare lies
Hang abouve
My head
He asks
If I
Lead
A trail
Of truths
I feed more
Lies to him
And again
I know
They will
Return
Mistrusted
Eyes of an angel
Voice of light
Heart as heavy
As lead
And dark as night
I ask him
Will this ever
Feel real to
Him and
Mistrusted
Cycle begins
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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