op. 8 – nature lies
op. 8 - to ________, a false hope
nature
lies
to me
your hands are within reach
but my hands are cold; lifeless
you present yours to me
and it rained, strange for helios showed his face
as luck would stab me
i stumbled upon foxes; (how terrible
that one reflects your face
we've become- dead?
already consumed by his fire
my heart is freezing; dying
slowly but surely
i begin to see)
the truth- lovers at last!
i say this upon to my world; with sincerity
hold my hand and my heart will never freeze
+ june 29, 2008 @ 2:01 AM
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