When I lie...

The smile on my lips is a lie
the blush in my eyes,even bigger a lie
that's the time, hind the pillow
I rush to cry.

The hole in my heart,
the void in my soul
give me back the heart you stole

You are on my mind,
you make me whole
And when you are gone
nothing shall remain but a hole.

The promises of love,
the promise to live forever
The strings of life woven together
And when you bid adieu
does that mean for ever?

Thy promised me
joys worth a lifetime
And when you are gone,
there persists only time sans life

I am living to watch you die
when you drift away
I am already dying inside.
To keep your heart beating
at least for a while.

when i smile
you know tis a lie.

Comments

Anushree Kadam said…
one word : BEAUTIFUL
February 12, 2011 at 3:03 PM
Neelam Dalvi said…
very gud,cool one...keep it up
February 12, 2011 at 7:59 PM
mehr said…
mesmerising...aesthetic
February 15, 2011 at 8:55 PM
Amitaverse said…
So much of pain expressed in such lucidity..Great..keep it up.
February 18, 2011 at 6:19 PM
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