Don’t tell me your secrets <br />When I prefer the lies <br />Don’t massacre me with honesty <br />While I can keep my eyes shut tight from all the truth <br /> <br />Dreams that burned like sunsets <br />Shrivel in morning’s sun <br />Rays of early promises <br />Just barely flicker on inside my messed up mind <br /> <br />Emotions flowing like sonnets <br />Dammed against the wall <br />Smashed to smithereens <br />With nowhere left to crawl but to an empty bed<br /><br />Jayne Downing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lies-78/
