Between the Lies
Would you really want to know -
- of the faux velvet sheets
of a cheap motel room
waiting to be burned?
Were with them discarded
a solitary night of intense passion
or the mere warmth of a cold winter night?
Would you really want to know -
- of the agony of the silence
of the lost words of a lost play
lying in wait for its author?
Were with them unsaid
vain verses and solitary stanzas
or mere hopes and lavish dreams?
Would you really want to know -
- of the golden effigy
lighting up the starless night
crackling with an eerie glow?
Were with it burned
the lies in the heart of men
without a trace, never to be spoken of?
Would you really want to know -
- of the early morning dreams,
of the desolate beach house
watching its last silvery moonlight?
Would with it crumble, the laughter and sorrows
as the warm amber rays of a brand new day
dissolve into the quiet ocean?
Sometimes it's best to leave them alone
- those who leave questions unanswered
- those who respond with sad smiles and slight nods
- those whose lips tremble mid-sentence
- those whose tears flow freely
- those who have given up and given themselves up for a crime they didn't commit
Sometimes, it's best to leave them alone...
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