"The bitten tongue, always has another word to say"

"The bitten tongue, always has another word to say"



The words I said,
Tried to cover up the lie which was there.

The innocence of a baby,
Stripped away by the unforgiving,
And the selfishness of it's parents.

The innocence of true love,
The one and only,
Taken away by the hell,
I lived in, and experienced,
At the ends of your hands.

-- Yet it's still my choice if I'll let it ruin me.. --

Although you tried to deny it,
I knew the truth which was there,
I just chose to hide it.

The matter at hand is I tried to deny,
The true reality of where you were.
I created fiction,
Out of reality.

-- I can still believe again in the theory and the hope... --

Even a baby could see,
I was the fool,
Laughed at.

You allowed it to happen,
Out of selfishness,
You never stopped me,
You knew you couldn't be where I was,
Yet you did,
What you wanted to do,
Just because you could do it.

-- Not refuting my take of the faults, but you new better... --

I'm a little bitter at the thought,
How could you?
You knew better.
The irony of a man on fire,
Is that he is the color
Of the sun setting,
Or rising.
Which is also considered Beauty.

-- Glass half empty? Or half full.. --

Ironic, that the door closing,
Should have never been open
To begin with.

Willingly i thought the better,
To be an optimist.
I looked at The pool of filthy water,
I chose to see,
The clean spots,
And not the dirt,
Shrouding the clean.

I'm sick of the anger,
I'm looking for the clear skies.
To see,
I need to say.
Let out,
The anger,
And just let it go.

And although,
My innocence of love,
Has been Tainted,
And marred,
I'll still look for the rising sun,
And a sense of beauty,
And not the closing of a faded reality.

A Glass half full,
And over flowing.
Are Reasons to live,
And the sense of a hope anew.
It comes and goes with the passing of each day.
But tomorrow,
Can and will only get better.

I see new hope,
Brought to me from a shining star,
And the love from above.