All left.

Create cloud,

But all are bound

Bound to all of lies

Makes me nothing, or dies.



It seem.

Heart’s glorious

But done furious.

Your deceiving eyes,

An asset, cool and wise.



Broke cries.

Wrong love craft

Deviltry’s laughed.

Sweet illusion’s mine

My heart left soaked in brine.



Don’t blame.

Soul’s in bruise

Wild and mischievous.

Do nothing and then,

Just leave my scars open.



23rd of October, 2005

©2012, J.B. Tamayo

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