Your words are echos <br />that just travel down <br />drawing those who hear <br />near you. They brought <br />me close to you with no <br />intent to ever leave for <br />your words are a sudctive <br />poison that kills before <br />its to late. Yet I heard <br />your words for what they <br />really are. Now I no longer <br />hear them for I am gone with <br />no desire to hear your lies. <br /> <br /> Your beauty is a sirens <br />song that messmerizes all <br />who gaze upon you. It brought <br />me within your cluches and <br />forever blinding me from all <br />others. Yet I saw you for what <br />you are in the end. Your beauty <br />hides your sadness and your <br />bitterness. It hides the cracks <br />that are deep within you. I no <br />longer wish to gaze upon you. I <br />will no longer be under your spell. <br /> <br /> You are nothing but <br />echos of a past that <br />has no happiness no <br />peace. You will be <br />surrounded by the echos <br />of your lies <br />for all time.<br /><br />Jacob Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echos-2/
