Look in my eyes, I’m jaded now
Whatever that means by sharing these things
I rip my heart out, it’s worth my time
Whatever that means, so…
~*~
The truth lies behind washed-out paint and writings on a bathroom stall
If love is bullshit and faux pas, there’s always an idiot to slip in it and fall
Backlash, tongue crash, offensive words censored by flowery tiding’s fine
You don’t need perniciousness but you’re myrmecophilous to my lifelines
Say it isn’t meant to be insulting, your transient infatuation is but caprice
The irony of your cold hypocrisy accentuating your selfishness and hubris
Imitation’s a form of flattery, but not when I’m peddling in diamond stones
Each to theirs, but yours is construct on prevarications, mine is homegrown.
~*~
Share with me ’cause I need it right now
Let me see your insides or write me off
‘Cause I’d rather starve now if you won’t open up…
A Lost Painting