Percept
Perception is all.
With hands empty and love gone to the sword.
Lonely: sick at heart, body weak and mind in numbing sleep.
Red warning signs I ignored all the way,
cause I dared to believe.
Lion heart turned to serpents
in the darkness of the past.
Shaded lenses I now look through,
were once innocently clear.
Night was day
and half was most of the way:
to your heart,
to love -
it's remnants jealously guarded behind pains last gasp.
Bright though my hope did shine,
angers blaze I was against every time.
I want to soar to the sun -
that is unending,
love unhidden by doubt clouds.
See!
Don't just look!
at the bruised effigy that was the bond of hearts.
Messages of hope and peace
that were written in skies glory
now seem unvarnished folly.
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