From The Bard's Pen

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

- Hamlet

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

A Mirror's Confession


I’m sorry I lied…


In that moment of harsh truth,

Softened by the pity

Moved by the plea and the fear in your eyes...


A fear shared by all women through eternity.


I lied to save you the pain

But lost……


Though God knows

I tried
Musings of at

2 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 21, 2009 at 2:59 AM

    I really liked this one..
    Very true from the heart..
    First timer down here..will be around for a while now..
    Keep writing, you have some amazing piece of art here..:)

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  2. The Fallen AngelAugust 24, 2009 at 2:42 PM

    Thanks:)

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