obliviousfocus

Something I am working on.
Harsh Criticism welcome

Poets lie

They speak to our heart
and for fancy our soul
Rob us of our reason
thrusting us blindly
into ourselves

Poets lie

If they could martyr the devil
praising him in honey
They would make a monster
into a saint
Showing us honor
in men who died for no cause

Poets lie

Love becomes their plaything
Fanning flames
To open hearts
Where only an ember
exists in broken wishes