Mornings Deception
The truth as you perceived it,
Balanced on strings of thread,
Was nothing more than deception,
An illusion inside your head
Your patterns were designed
From the cradle to the grave
Yet, you strain against such freedom
When you quiver and you rave
You seek some soft approval
From shoulders of remorse
Yet, your path is strewn asunder
When you follow such a course
You touched this sleeve before,love
When midnight called your name
White roses were your calling
When pleasure was the game
Distant fires came raging
Within your trembling soul
Nirvana was soon releasing
When you lost all control
Yet, morning turned the corner
The lock opened by the key
The tremble and the shudder
Came again in reality
Denial rides a pale horse
The rider seeks your dream
This moment bids a fond adieu
Finality hears your scream
Worry not mi love
it's just a violet Colored Sky
JFTlOI for the FTD challenge
By Bubby
© 2009 Bubby
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