| Well Done The subconscious lies to the conscious thus we admit we deny the truth lie to the heart tell it anything to squelch...the pain Stare at the words written as though we await them to be more than they appear believe them sincere for fate couldn�t really be this unkind To love one so much that all is colored in fairytale blue could it be true that love was never truly reciprocal? Academy awards aren�t given for touch but if it were such the case landslide would bring it down to you My heart would stand on its crutch with grand applause while you displayed it as a trophy the blood dripping from the ripping Applause Applause you win again and in the end we surrender to your madness with constant sadness you refrain from any pain Well Done... Copyright �-2001 Dennis Hicks |
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