This is the only way I've known
The cover has finally been blown
On this charade of five years ago
Those melee years sure have flown.
I'm ready for your stoning
Deep breath, control your breathing
Listen to those windows smashing
Stand straight when exonerating
Wispy smoke in the twilight
Mingling with the fading sunlight
Hold up hands, give up the fight
And slip away into the night.
So at last, the show is over
Goodnight, fictional lover
Someone fire the director,
For hiring such a false lead actor.
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Standing in the Shadows of Giants
PoetryMy first attempt at a poetry collection, this is a selection of works that I mainly wrote across the summer of 2010, with some other stuff in there too. Forbidden love, unrequited love, love in general, betrayal, social observation - it's all here t...
