Living Lie

I unravel you and see nothing but a living lie –
The crumbs of endless winter –
Your latest mistake.

Your dreams become lies
When you don’t follow through –
Only something half thought, half felt.
And you lend to me the fear I do not want.

by Suzanne Bronson on Thursday, December 06, 2007

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