she sends smiles in clusters of forgery
nurtured in the criminal light of promise
across miracle miles laid out to torture me
yet traveled gladly on the wings of a child's wish
through moments of furious fright, improbable hope
leaves slain the isolation of the east
sliding tumblers, locked only to cope
opened to grant passage from the beast
without a true experience held in reference
illusions won't reveal their fade or sway
and since grasses always greener feel our preference
i'm destined to believe for one more day
from forged smiles sharp as any knife
that death is not the only escape from life
Chris Yvon
7 years ago
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