Pages of Poetry

Why would you stay when you could leave? Why would you be blind when the world can see? Why would you pay when it's all for free? Why would you rejoice when you can grieve? Do they shackle you? Do they cage your spirit, And bind your mind? Do they lock up your desires And teach your emotions to die? When do you want to cease to be? When do you want to rest for eternity? When would you like to say goodbye? When would your soul like to fly? Tell me,and I shall see. Tell me,and I will try. Tell me,and I will break your cage And allow you to run free, and freely die. Your prison is made up of you Its walls are made up of them But,my dear,when the door is open, Why,o why would you stay?

I'm getting lost in the forest of your lies. Tripping on the roots of your smiles Trying to find shelter under The trees of your words. Gathering your white lies Swallowing them to survive. I listen to the music of your sweet voice, It disorients me. I believe that the lake With the waters of the truth is near. But it is hidden deep within The forest of your lies. The wild beauty of your betrayal The soothing green of your deception Makes, for me, even more enchanting This forest of your lies.