A Hundred Fake Faces
…and I'll still end up searching for you
The leaves on the ground are a metaphor for how far I've fallen
My love is the equivalent of going all in,
and I wont fold
So you can leave me in the cold,
Cause love never wears thin
It never gets old
You can leave me with a Hundred fake faces
I'll still search for truth
A Hundred fake faces,
and I'll still end up searching for you
The leaves on the ground are a metaphor for how far I've fallen
My love is the equivalent of going all in,
and I wont fold
So you can leave me in the cold,
Cause love never wears thin
It never gets old
You can leave me with a Hundred fake faces
I'll still search for truth
A Hundred fake faces,
and I'll still end up searching for you
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
All work is copyrighted, and is my own.
Keep reading
More stories from Frankie Martinelli and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.