Lies, Camera, Action!
The doctor is out on what to call
as our penned-up aggression now translates to
casual stagnation,
the infestation of my imagination that used to
plague you with the romance of the moment
has throughly been cured by your antibiotic of
-selfish-condemnation-
Sometimes...
I'm not even sure why I tried
to be the Christian who turned the other cheek only to hide
the tears that fall down my cheek and to the floor
and drop my voice from the missing Chor(d)-us
that has become you and I,
where we were once the two peas, the pod
is now covered in your spiders and my flies
-God, I so tried-
to make this work, I broke my back
to the tick and the tock of the everlasting clock
but it wasn't my effort that I lacked-
its the timing, the place,
it was
-the dark side of the moon waxing over my face-
that I wasn't the self-righteous-full-of-s#!t-bigot
that you needed me to be
I lived my life, and wore the skin of me
So now I have to be the villian
and wear the black cape in contrast to your red and blue
I'll always be the one to give the meaning to your battle
the one who's lies will makes yours true
we'll keep the punches rolling,
the fight will always ensue
'cuz neither of us have the strength of guts
to call this scene 'CUT' right on que
it's hard when you don't want the scene to end;
when you thought it was the one behind the credits
not the 15 minutes before the climax began-
So we're not the leads, just another walk-on part
in each other's shows
'we loved with a love that no one has loved'
and now....
no one will ever see
or know
By spyboygreen
© 2007 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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