Vortex
I don't believe in happiness,
angels masquerading
dressed in makeup
speaking words only
a wounded heart hears,
speaking dreams
only a fool would concede.
I don't believe in love,
so many dead end roads
so many empty promises
so many angels with plastic faces.
I don't believe in blue skies
and beautiful green grasses,
for there are no guarantees
or no authentic deity
just a broken soul on bended knees
yelling to a plastic image
begging for release.
So therefore, I don't believe.
Copyright © Lindy Montgomery | Year Posted 2009
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