Submissions by NotTheProtagonist

The truth that breaks the weakest man,
The liar with the pokerchip hand,
The pussycat minus her pea green boat;
A prince who watches them drown in his moat.

The blameless priest with a taste for lambs,
The woman stood tall with time of the sands;
A beautiful baby: boy or a girl?
The oyster unwilling to reveal a pearl.

A trusting hermit, his wishes unfilled,
A turbulent lake, it's hand too stilled.
A gamblers face bereft of sin,
A man who knows not the state he's in.

But the woman is refute to concede,
Or to hand the man his...

Roll up, roll up
See the freak in his gilded cage
A cry, a whip, a giddy-hup
And watch him scream and roar in rage.
Because after the denial that's all that's left
Pre-bargain, pre-sadness
For a man who has been left bereft
Of his loving girl in a blood pink dress
And despite him being older now
He misses her with all he has
Another heartache, another vow
Yet another failed romance

And all but him fail to understand
The importance of love in an arid land.

Who doesn't love attention? The loving kind,
Sympathetic
Yes, you are pathetic.
He's done it again, has he?
Well please, don't expect my sympathy
I told you but like hell you trust me
So please don't come crying to me
When finally he gets tired of your bogus tears
Those crocodiles, those phony fears
And as much as I hate to see the final smears
Of love fading and dying as they leer
And laugh and crow
Oh?

So I'm sorry but trust isn't something you build
It's something offered and oh, how I willed
You not to smash it once again...