Woven FormWoven FormWell fated lies are not more than deceitThe beauty of my treason, in your eyes.Now, I merely wish we did never meet Is there nothing left but to trust your lies?Questioning now not love, but friendships fate,Left with little but worry and regret,I can only ponder last night's mistake. Alone, boiling over… I can't forgetLike the raven's heart, blackened and bitterListen now for the cries of discontentFor they can be heard as it doth whither.Shattered and dry; like the message I sent.Gazing through the calm I can't help but thinkThrough the lies we share there is a strong link.