"collecting names of the lovers that went wrong"
Delving in deeper
Into the sweet, sweet
Lies.
Trouble begins
As shifted glances
And like a fire-
Speeds up rapidly
Burning away at our youth
Replacing our
Pretty faces and
Soft hands with
Crinkles in our skin
And conflict in our thoughts.
We are digging further
And although the dirt etches
Into our soft hands
And cakes our pretty faces,
Finding the truth is necessary.
Finding the truth has always been
The epitome of our existence.
Delving in deeper
Into the sweet sweet
Lies:
Only to burn.
