Deconstructing words,
in the manic mumblings.
Brief silence breaks,
to your frantic ramblings.
When the fog,
settles over your eyes.
I will clear the path,
breaking through your lies.
No love,
No one here is tattling.
This never ending cycle,
Have to say- it's maddening.
You spout your thoughts,
believing yourself so wise.
Sadly love,
All I hear are faithless cries.
YOU ARE READING
Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
