Tender Lies, Turned
You crush to dust, my walls to see, the measure of my cold ennui,
Though I, a dilettante supreme, am bearing brash, a barren scheme -
Consign my love for HER, to you, so sweet you'll swear it's deja vu ...
Drenched in such elan and chic, that lust alone will blush your cheek.
Baroque and lush, that gilded lie, refurbished for a choice goodbye,
Oh, I have chiseled, fine and hard, to make deception avante-garde.
I'm faced now with anomaly, as YOU have turned the tide on me ...
In younger years, I spun my web, carte blanche as fit me, flow and ebb,
But now your virtues, bona fide, have plucked a touchstone deep inside ...
My pulse-less, pitied myths shall be, my justice ... guilt's cacophony.
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