Dear Delusions,
For six long years you've played this game
You cant deny you've gone insane
I think it's time you learnt the truth
Coz fairytales weren't wrote for you
The dreams produced both night and day
You sure love's meant to feel this way?
The connection you felt? all in your head
All he wants to feel is the warmth of your bed
There was never love only lust,want and need
Your raw, fresh wounds will continue to bleed
until you face the truth there was no him and you
How long will you keep these emotions from view.
Deal with the facts cos this farce has to end
How many more times before you comprehend
That he never has, never will want the same
The burn of your cheeks as you recoil from shame
would almost be comic, if this wasn't true
Just accept the fact he doesn't want you
lots of love,
Cold hard truth
28th June 2011
ah, love, the lies thou speaketh now
tell tales upon thy character
of darkness hidden ’neath green eyes
and evil dripping from thy tongue
lay not beside me evermore
and proffer warmth of wanton flesh
which kens not truth of any sort
yet holds my soul as it were bound
from out this bed of dreary dream
and recollections far too sweet
oh, that the reaper, grim and cold
might whisk away this saddened wretch
to ride the waves of joyful bliss
upon some fiery comet’s tail
there cross ten thousand galaxies
far, far beyond thy fearful grasp
annul thee now thy sweet charade
the horrid truth of mirthless soul
entangled legs and arms belie
thy body’s feigned devotion here