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[title] => The Oldest of Lies
[time] => 2007-01-20 15:35:01
[hometext] => F.W.
[bodytext] => The weeks of the winters are over The ice still remains on my steps And inside this disease of the fallen, cold trees I’ve taken all sides on the bets, My heart is past its prime in my youth It’s been mistreated like a wound to the air I have seen all I’ve needed and have not retreated Just to find myself holding you near And when light wanders this window in the morning Would you still like me when it hit my eyes? Would yours dazzle for me as you woke up to see Me sitting in the oldest of lies? There are pictures of past on your room’s walls I swear I’ve seen every face that they hold But as I shrink over your shoulder and the feeling gets older Don’t turn away unconsciously cold The mirrors are holding my frame I guess I belong in them here With my hair in a mess and my body half dressed I wouldn’t rather be anywhere And when light wanders this window in the morning Would you still like me when it hit my eyes? Would yours dazzle for me as you woke up to see Me sitting in the oldest of lies? The funerals start in the morning Rain falls in Los Angeles when you cry If you be my cane I’ll dance on your pain Just to help it so each of us gets by Your eyes are closed pass the sunlight I wonder just when you will wake If I were to promise something pass all the nothing It’d be that I’ll give all I can take And when light wanders this window in the morning Would you still like me when it hit my eyes? Would yours dazzle for me as you woke up to see Me sitting in the oldest of lies? Because right now you’re all that I’m after You’re all that I like you to be And if we decide to take on the ride You’ll be sitting passenger side on to me And we can boast that we’re just those who are lucky We can say that it was all for the wise And one day we’ll wake up with this uncorrupt Sitting in the oldest of lies [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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