Your Lie
It all started with your words.
That now feels like a sword.
My eyes saw the hope within your lies.
Now my hope, it finally dies.
How many times did you tell,
That you do not fancy her.
I insisted, you denied.
Then what was that? Now, I cried.
How foolish of me.
Forgetting someone, and thinking about somebody.
I do not know anymore,
It’s better to quit than getting hurt even more.
Copyright © Mhiz Rhyme | Year Posted 2024
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