Tuesday, February 10, 2009 @ Tuesday, February 10, 2009

De cep tion

Here I am,
Sitting down beside my piano,
with my fingers placed onto the keys,
I try to find the perfect note,
to decipher my emotions,
to unravel the most intimate feeling,
which is lain hidden inside
in the deapt of my heart.

Gently,
slowly,
I shift my right hand to the side
I push down a white key,
a soft whisper of deceit

I shook my head,
I try to listen to the wave of emotions
that is now billowing in my soul.

Anger, like the wrath of Satan
settle into the phantom of myself.
I start to pound furiously onto the keys,
spilling my rage clumsily all over it,
when the face of your deception
flicker in the back of my mind.

I finally found my note.

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