Monday, January 16, 2012

Why do I lie


Why do I lie to myself
Saying life is not that bad
Looking at the bookshelf 
Holding all that I've ever had

Memories broken so beautifully
With lost fragments and shards

Censored golden pieces
 Sweet glorified lies
Truth's value decreases
The losers price

Memories broken so beautifully
Perfectly arranged cards

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