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Submitted by calliope on 10 November 2007 - 11:41am.| Updated 16 April 2008 - 7:34pm.
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freeform
I stand among the elegance
of the royal court of lies,
A rumor spreads at just a glance
it’s all there in their eyes,
Their ruined dreams
and empty lives,
Stab their hearts
like sharpened knives,
Wicked looks
and longful sighs,
I hear their souls ,
their everlasting cries,
The empty and broken
creep like spies,
But I see through
their pretty disguise,
I see the truth
of their ugly lies,
For I am the one
they so despise.
(1 vote)
such a victim
Are you just a victim of gossip?
cheers,
Jess
Third verse from the bottom I read as petty ...
but pretty fits sort of …rumours spread because entertainment falls short of exposer.
If I can berate somebody then that makes me feel better.The “problems”of others are much more “shocking” then add drama and a little more he/she hinted that…stir with green,and let seath
by leaving the kitchen and come back to a over boiled mess.
In ink,
David
I have seen prayer groups turn into
“prayer”groups and oh can a “religious” people make stew.