Little Pretty Lies

Why are there no feelings
where others feel?
Just like a paper doll
glued to a filming reel...
I stand here painting little
pretty lies
Little pretty lies
They make up my world
They make up my life

Smiling faces, faces
Looking down on my tender frame
I am a left-behind
I have not been tamed
An immortal suffering
What lies behind? Ahead?
Some gentle lips tell me
I emit a special warmth
They tell me like its really true
And I surrender my doubt
I surrender it in whole
Until they turn about
With a large serrated blade,
Oh I better behave, I better behave...
Stabbing, twisting my brittle seeds
Slowly, beholding
They are watching me bleed

Little pretty lies
They make up my world
They make up my life.

Reviews

[The Winter Grey]

Really good, almost musical in composition. It went from hopeless to luridly dark... and as a whole is very relatable. Well done.

[Rose]

This is amazing and very powerful. I love the imagery and emotion you put into this. Phenomenal.

[En.Ki]

I like it. I felt a connection with your words. :)

[Enigma]

Intriguing poem. The repetition is impressive and well placed. Well done. loved it.

[Writer and then some]

Well spoken. I like it a lot.

[bobby]

Some gentle lips tell me
I emit a special warmth
They tell me like its really true
And I surrender my doubt
Especially gentile and tender a thought. Words well spoken in truth

[Cheng Yew,Chew]

you're doubtful

[DreyaArt]

i know the feeling. well written, well composed, good job.