Your words are echos
that just travel down
drawing those who hear
near you. They brought
me close to you with no
intent to ever leave for
your words are a sudctive
poison that kills before
its to late. Yet I heard
your words for what they
really are. Now I no longer
hear them for I am gone with
no desire to hear your lies.
Your beauty is a sirens
song that messmerizes all
who gaze upon you. It brought
me within your cluches and
forever blinding me from all
others. Yet I saw you for what
you are in the end. Your beauty
hides your sadness and your
bitterness. It hides the cracks
that are deep within you. I no
longer wish to gaze upon you. I
will no longer be under your spell.
You are nothing but
echos of a past that
has no happiness no
peace. You will be
surrounded by the echos
of your lies
for all time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the opposite of the black rose.. good work bro..