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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
