Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

January 3, 2009

Recall

by Breana

I recall on what was once a bliss
Smiling faces great gifts sealed with kisses
Then I dwell on my hell
as the toll of bells called lies ring
Then I hear the bells called hatred
Followed by deceit
Next come the toll of bells called pain
And I remember how you inflicted so much upon me
All through all the lies
You were telling me
And through all the pain you continue to bring
And through all my tears
Running
And through all my smiles fading
Only to find that if I pray
My troubles won't last always...

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