The poem without a titleFor all the promises you didn't keep For all the lies your lips did speak. For all the promises not just brokenThe poem without a title
but destroyed. For all the times you enjoyed, messing with me saying that you cared
using me
'till I was ensnared. In your trap
and all your lies. I trusted you
until my eyes could not see your flaws, your true
colors hidden
way down deep making sure I could not sleep.
One by one you hurt my friends leaving me alone to mend the broken hearts, the pain, the tears.
I never realized I could be nex
A LieWhat is a lie? It starts out simple enough, little and white. A little fib. Watch it grow. And grow. Until finally, one day it bursts. WoundingA Lie
anyone in it's path. Leaving festering sores
on those foolish enough
to trust. Sores
raw and red. Bleeding. That make every inhale a sharp pain in your stomach. Every exhale
a slice through your heart. That make your hands shake just thinking about it. And your heart beat fast.
Faster than it ever should.
Slowly, ever so slowly &
--
"But one man loved the Pilgrim Soul in you"
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