Thursday, September 6, 2007
Only sometimes, though.
Was laced into
The first glass of sweet wine you offered me
Since then even water tastes like fire
From betrayal is born vindictiveness
And for those of us who never forget
It is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb
You will always be the poison in my sweet wine
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I look so happy…
Photographs can lie.
They’re just images you create.
Smiles can be faked.
The past can delude.
All because you want to believe.