Monday, March 30, 2015

Theres no such thing as love

Stripped bare naked.
Out on the street
Cast into loathsome self doubt
And self inflicted injury.

Stripped bare naked
Of any virtue, any soul
You questioned my conscience
My existence, on the whole

I bared my soul to you
Because of the belief of love
I thought you had in you for me
You were sent for me from above

My angel cast in heaven
I always thought you to be
and in an instant, my love,
became a lie to you; you tainted me.

Let me now retire to my self
Let my solitude be my new love
There is no knight in shining armor
There is no angel from above.

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