I was just thinking
[which is always a bad thing]
about how things change.
I remember that girl
when she was six years old
and she asked me for
the purple crayon, and
she said please but
I was using it, so she
cried when I didn't give
it to her.
And now, eight years
later, she's telling me
about that guy she slept
with the other night and
how he's the one. But
there's no doubt that
even if she says please
he won't give her his
heart, and she will end
up crying, just like she
did when she was six.
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoetryThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
