"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, February 5, 2010

Sleeping With My Shoes On

The scent of betrayal fills the air with its cloying aroma of lust
Temptation’s perfume applied liberally to attract
An essence you made no attempt to deny

Words of commitment spoken in white lace and hope
Replaced by yellowed expressions of trust broken
Lies exposed destroying affection

A young heart full of fairytale dreams
Grown old living in broken promises
Once I slept in your arms now I lie beside you wishing to be gone
Love thought to be forever now has me sleeping with my shoes on


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