Lies
#3 of Poetry
The shock, the pain.. Knowing the truth, yet too scared to ask...
I knew you lied to me.. I knew you were hiding something..
Why is it I know you ask..? Maybe its because of this so-called
sixth sense I have.. I really truely loved you.. I really did..
Why? Why would you do this? If you did love me, you wouldn't
have hurt me.. Maybe you lied to that other girl.. Told her
you had no one.. And fall for her. I'm here now, smiling at
you, nothing is wrong, yet I cry and my tears show what really
happened.. I wish my luck would change, find the right guy..
He said I was the love of his life.. But that seems like
nothing but a lie to me now..