Thoughts escape
running like small children
from the calls of parents
Desire seeps into the soul
like the kisses
from the passed
Love is destroyed
like hurricanes in cities
that were never built to last
Hatred is controlled
but insides are left in ruin
by a memory of the past
Truth is never real
identify with what you see
by the dye that was cast
Lies are a necessity
to protect from understanding
the eyes behind the mask
To live and to die
faithfully in love
is all that's ever asked
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