Every Lie
Every lie taints the things you've said;
while anxiety starts to flood.
And from happiness, truths are bled,
until all that is left is pain.
It feels like you opened a vein,
and drowned my dreams in pools of blood.
There's little chance of finding bliss,
Hope doesn't come with a guarantee.
Yet it lingers like a moist kiss;
or a promise left unfulfilled.
Once you lose trust, you can't rebuild:
some dreams were never meant to be.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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