// Not a really good one sorry.//
I know your lies.
The lies you've said to many others before.
The ones you say give you life.
I know your lies.
The lie that tore others to pieces and gave you strength.
That lie you repeat every day.
The lie that shows so much pain.
I know your lies.
I know that once you've said those words you're ready to leave.
I also know how real those words feel to others and how fake they are to you.
I know that lie very well.
I love you.
// Not written about anyone//
YOU ARE READING
Why Not
PoesíaThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.
