“puppets within our lives”
If life Isn’t anything more than a facade of blatant lies,
an opera of deception and manipulation.
it’s cruelty creeping vehemently even in shinning daylight.
your love, perhaps just another verse of life’s web of lies,
for reasons unresolved i still can’t i don’t know why,
even with a clear and conscious mind, term the beauty of your eye’s as another life’s big and cunning lies.
and though i recognise, our love;
another stagged play on existences grand stage, who’s script not within our say.
like me, you too just a marionette,
we do what they scripted out for us to play.
though the beauty of your eyes, a gospel of our time.
and when i looked into your eyes, i wished to snap away these lines cagging onto our lives,
so we could finally rewrite, our destinies by each others side,
Without letting the scripter’s intentions bind.
