~ Ephemeral Visage ~

Tell me what you were trying to say Or even better, tell me what you didn't say with those words.. Some days I wake up remembering words you whispered against my ears In those dreamy cold mornings when I woke up snuggled warmly in your arms I cant help but wonder about the truth-- whether you had lied to her, or me. But then again knowing the truth won't change what we are now. Not friends, not lovers, but acquaintances fraught with forbidden memories. What trespassed was our secret; something we hope the world never discover If we keep it well and long enough, people will soon forget ever seeing us together.

Some pasts are not meant to be reminisced. You shut up and sit where you have been, Don't pop up on me now and then to destroy Whatever minimal beauty I have left in my world, Yes THE world that you left with nary a backward glance Claiming that it was filled with junk and despondency. And nothing worth remembering. How do you feel now, big celebrity? You refused to let me into your world when i begged you to Left me sobbing in my drain of despair. Now your lies have been disclosed. Do you panic? Do you wake up in the morning fearing your friends will leave you? Or do you wonder how many more people know of your lies With each increasing day? Oh or aRe you now fumbling to sow more lies to meander your way out? And what of your accomplice, that witch who so obediently obeyed Feeding me lies and slashing my heart, time after time? It matters little whether the lies are her idea or yours Because my hatred extends to both, and all that surrounds you. She think...

Some things just doesn't need to be brought out in words. In my world there's no one else but me. And I won't let anyone into my life without knocking. Not now, not ever.

leaflets So many promises, most of them unkept, worse still, forgotten. Who'd come nail you and remind you, it all? I didn't force you to make them. Neither will I blame you if they never saw light. But is an apology too much to ask for if ever you realise that you can't fulfill them? Why do you forget, or worse, Pretend to forget? Each time I gaze into those eyes that regard me in confusion, Asking the question I heard too many times, "Did I really say that?" The hurt slices like a clean cut that doesn't bleed immediately, But gushes torrents of blood thereafter. A promise given, is a promise kept. I haven't so much blood to shed. I'm tired of your wayward promises I'm slumped in my pool of defeat. Just wishing one day you'll look back And reminisce the hopes we've shared. There may be no face attached, To this stubborn sillhoutte in your life who's tried Teaching you the merits of making promises ...