Your words are echos
that just travel down
drawing those who hear
near you. They brought
me close to you with no
intent to ever leave for
your words are a sudctive
poison that kills before
its to late. Yet I heard
your words for what they
really are. Now I no longer
hear them for I am gone with
no desire to hear your lies.
Your beauty is a sirens
song that messmerizes all
who gaze upon you. It brought
me within your cluches and
forever blinding me from all
others. Yet I saw you for what
you are in the end. Your beauty
hides your sadness and your
bitterness. It hides the cracks
that are deep within you. I no
longer wish to gaze upon you. I
will no longer be under your spell.
You are nothing but
echos of a past that
has no happiness no
peace. You will be
surrounded by the echos
of your lies
for all time.
Jacob Adams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echos-2/
