Friday, May 15, 2009

promises to hold,,
promises to love till existence,
promises cast off.

a simple no thanks.

broken pieces melted down into oblivion,
likened to a cold steak of guilt,
gullible,tempting, fake conscience


touched a chord, wrote a song, turned the past down.
gazed into crystal azure lakes,
likened to a cold steak of guilt,
hullible, tempting, fake conscience

fiery red burnt down the cold.
crumbling down the pride, the cold steak.
reinstated by a flame of yellow sunshine