I tell you I miss you
But the truth is no.
I don't miss you even a little bit
I just miss every bond,the old days
I tell you I loved you as a lover
But I guess, I really don't care
I tell you I will stay forever
But I didn't fulfill those promises
Well,they really are not promises
Those are just words my hands expressed
Just so you know, you're not my first love
I'm telling you now I already lied.
I love these pretty lies
I don't really love your smile
Wanna know what's really a lie?
This poem I just made,I am a liar.
