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[aid] => mick
[title] => Beautiful Lie
[time] => 2004-04-16 01:44:47
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[bodytext] => I still taste the lies you fed me, Still feel the dry bitterness in my mouth. You, my first love, You, savior and destroyer of my heart. You said you loved me completely- Not because you believed it, but because You thought perhaps if you said it enough You might just make it true. But I built my life around that lie. I gave you my love, my devotion, All at the price of my heart. I comforted myself with the knowledge that despite the bitter end, Something in there was real, But even this was a lie. At least I will not have to go on remembering a lie, Beautiful though it was. It's your beautiful lie I see now Where once there was your beautiful face. Coldness in the place of caresses. You've burned the bridges, And I don't want to get my new clothes wet. I came with my fury, But when I saw you again, The pain your eyes possessed, The anger and vengance faded into the night. Your life is your own prison- Mine my own revenge. And so I say goodbye, For it is all I can do. My heart is no longer mine to offer you, And trust, respect, honour- The foundations of love- Have no place in you, So have you no place in me Besides that of distant love And distant memories. Goodbye, my love, My beautiful lie. And so I walk away. I don't look back. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 52 [informant] => amalyna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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