Displaced Time

Sour memories of displaced time.
Skip a beat and lose the rhyme.
Youth wasted on a spending spree.
Caught up in a world of greed.

The love we sought
turned into misery.
Ecstasy was overridden
by the rules that bid us to be cruel.

There was a time
I thought you felt the truth.
Deep inside, the hours died.
Confession become alibi.

Painted ladies selling flesh
devoured the pride you knew.
The lies were much too real
to make it through.

Displaced time that skipped a beat.
Turning blue amid the heat
of tortured flames, of living blame,
and you...

? Michaelette ?

4/30/2003
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