Why am I still a fool
For your sweetest lies?
They are beautiful to hear
Only for reality to hit me harder
Why do I believe your lies
Despite I hate you for it?
Your lies made me have faith in you
That almost everyone falls to your strings
It's sufferable for me
To be played all over again
Yet you still had me on my knees
When I tried to resist it
YOU ARE READING
POEMS III
Poetry3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
