I could not speak with words from the heart... they will come out wrong, and i'll fall apart.. Looked down on and tease, by your muse.. everything inside you know you abuse... Broken glass that cuts like a knife, thoes words you speak could end a life. A shoulder to cry on you are unto me, athough there is no place... that i'd rather be.
Nic Foss
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-a-lie/
