Aug 04, 2009 22:24
‘The Lie’
I think you lied to me today
when you told me that
you trusted my
good will.
I think you’ll lie to me
tomorrow
again.
But what you think is
small
and what I think
is
infinite.
I think you lied to me today
when you told me that
the sky is blue
and blank.
I like it red and raw
disrupted
again.
But what you think is
odd
And what I think
is
not at all . . .
there is
a moment when
I think you lied to me today
when you told me that
my soul is lost
corrupt.
I deign to pity you
confounded
again.