Tarquin
03-29-2008, 05:11 PM
.Cheat.
Well written phrases on your wall
Smooth lines roll off your tongue
I know your secret
I know your lies
The way you act
Like I don't know
I've seen the lip stick on your shirt
I've smelt the perfume in your car
I ask you who she is
You play dumb
Of course you have no idea
It wasn't you
You say I love you
But their just words
Devoid of meaning
Passion gone
Yet you still come home and lie to me
I wish you gone
But I love you
Even if your undeserving
Everyday I die a little
As I find more evidence
When I call your work and your not there
When I roll over and your not there
I know your secret
I know your lies
Please stop killing me
Please stop watching me die
.I speak.
I speak in poems
Lines coming out
Never straight forward
There's always a riddle
Hidden somewhere deep inside
I'm telling you how I feel
I'm telling you what is wrong
But there always hidden
I speak only in riddles
Running round and round
In my head
But you can't crack my riddles
And you can't understand my poems
So you think nothings wrong
And go on with your day
But I'm at home all alone in my dark room
I'm sitting
I'm crying
And I'm trying to tell you how I feel
So
No more poems
No more riddles
I'm telling you the truth now
It's not hidden in my words
I'm..
I'm not OK
Can you here my now?
Well written phrases on your wall
Smooth lines roll off your tongue
I know your secret
I know your lies
The way you act
Like I don't know
I've seen the lip stick on your shirt
I've smelt the perfume in your car
I ask you who she is
You play dumb
Of course you have no idea
It wasn't you
You say I love you
But their just words
Devoid of meaning
Passion gone
Yet you still come home and lie to me
I wish you gone
But I love you
Even if your undeserving
Everyday I die a little
As I find more evidence
When I call your work and your not there
When I roll over and your not there
I know your secret
I know your lies
Please stop killing me
Please stop watching me die
.I speak.
I speak in poems
Lines coming out
Never straight forward
There's always a riddle
Hidden somewhere deep inside
I'm telling you how I feel
I'm telling you what is wrong
But there always hidden
I speak only in riddles
Running round and round
In my head
But you can't crack my riddles
And you can't understand my poems
So you think nothings wrong
And go on with your day
But I'm at home all alone in my dark room
I'm sitting
I'm crying
And I'm trying to tell you how I feel
So
No more poems
No more riddles
I'm telling you the truth now
It's not hidden in my words
I'm..
I'm not OK
Can you here my now?