My poetry

lips of gold

Lips made of gold,

living on a like heart breaker, that always gets their way.

Coming up with lies new and old.

having no remorse or sorrow today or any other day.

Words made of fool's gold,

only sounding good but meaning nothing.

I try and weed out the truth but lie after lie makes me fold.

Words that place me in a state of suffering 

My heart heavy like its filled with lead, 

Its sinking down from believing in your words.

If you keep talking and I  listening then I'll wind up dead.

From your lies and deceit I want to be free like the birds.

Nothing will ever change how you are,

but I will get away from you.

I will set a new bar

for myself and I will no longer be blue