Penny for your Lies.

Flutters, skips a beat.
It has known little else
but to quicken.
A terrible symphony 
the critic, the other face.
Words, unjust.
This sorrow so deep
cuts like war wounds.
A shade darker now.

A dusk before dawn,
coldest before warm.
A hand, a saviour, my hero.
Lifting cloud,
silver to gold.
But they never warn you - 
people tell lies.

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