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Fake It
by J. P. DaviesThanks to you for waiting so long
To reveal your brash designs
One thousand clever expletives
said one thousand times
A clever horror story here
where this all ends in tears
to stain your pillow salted
with flesh remembered fears
I said I'd never hurt you,
those words now drip with ice
I have sadly not perfected
this new heart-break device
Just don't think I can make it,
I'll sew wounds shut and fake it.
02/10/2004 Posted on 02/10/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/11/04 at 05:13 PM Love this piece for its dark tone and construction. Kinda reminds me of early Peter Gabriel. Thanks also for your enthusiastic response to my House Of Usher. |
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