Lost to Deceit

Sorrows boarder
when crossed from here
to mists of loveliness
exist without fear,
as saddened such
this heart still breaks
in evening tides
and morning wakes,
no thought,
no fun,
with honesty holds,
but lies deceptions,
then fill the holes.
Stop and look
in words you read,
from the darkest of hearts
in perversions and greed;

Now cry as reality knocks at the words mirrored of your heart,
for the desires that to live, and for this I am blue.