Friday, March 4, 2011

Verisimilitude

I want to shroud myself in lyrics,
loaded words that could
mean nothing or
everything at once.
Words that fail me when I need.
Words that scrape at the essence of my
soul, written for the souls of others.
Words that lie for me.
Words that let me be weak. I hide
behind these vague veils of
words, and
lilting chords of selfish harmony.

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