I had a perfect image
Of everything
I thought you were
And I guess it was
Too good to be true
Even though at first
I was in complete
Infacuation with you
I thought you were
Made of good
And pure as a clear stream
But I found out today
Everything that I thought
No longer remains within me
Your not as of gold
But as of bark on wood
Your everything that
Bad stands for
And don't have any qualities
That show your good
Your not the white sand
But the brown dirt
With rotten seeds
Your no longer the
Head rose of the garden
Your the old grass weed
Your no longer
On the pedestal
I had you on
At first
But your the dirty pig
In the fields
That is always working
And full of thirst
Don't look at me anymore
Your eyes are too gone bad
Pieces of hell
Your no longer
The guy I thought
You were
You had too many
Secrets you wouldn't tell
You are strange
And need some hope
So I will pray for you
As of now boy
And hope that you
Will soon grow up
You had me thinking
I saw something good
And fresh and new
But that was everything
Your not
And that visual was too good
To be true! |
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