Wednesday, September 20, 2006
tiara my baby..
you question her
her actions
in your heart your worries lay
slowly
surely
it cancers your tissues
but do not speak a word of it
never allow a peek
for it is expected that you show no misery
your worries multiple
fuelled by paranoia
was she convincing enough?
you doubt her
her words
tempted to voice out
but you couldn't
you have a sorrow she must not see
for indirectly you utter
you do not need her concern
in fact you do
now you must choose
for the fork shows two paths
one of ignorance
and one of truth
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