Secret Lies
She hated going away with me,
in front of everyone else.
She hated questions.
She never asked about
stars, and waves
and sunsets,
and how would it
feel without her
by my side.
So, she never knew
that I'm alive, with her.
She never wanted to be
with me anyway.
She loved keeping us
a secret,
but we never created
our own world.
She loved lies,
she kept on telling
the wrong story
of us.
She loved lies
so much,
that she, herself,
became one.
She never said what's the
truth behind us.
I always wanted to know.
But I'm afraid to ask,
because I hate to know,
that she only loved nothing
in me.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
