he's a liar
in his love, there is no fire
yet he burns
in his own flames,
hating the world, who he blames
he live on sandwiches and pizza
but talks like he drinks Irish beer
and dates a girl called Lisa
he stands on the mountain
of his sky scraping ego
i do hope he step on a Lego
over works and rarely rest
he thinks his failures will make him
secondary to the best
lust is his escape
yet he longs for love
that's true to him
and become his slave
he cries at night
alone in his bed, a place of his own
where he doesn't have to hide
he thinks he knows it all
but fiction is his solace
where he can never fall
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
