Our Lie
Is a collection of letters
Tied to your name and mine.
It is of love
And dreaming
And plans quite scheming.
Our Lie
Is a lie of vows
And promises broken
Like the glass bottle that sits in my hand now.
Empty of drink,
Just as I am empty of
Blood.
Dripping, fragmented hearts torn apart by
Our Lie.
Now after,
Our Lie,
I see the neverending hate
That comes.
The terrible sorrow that eats away
My Soul
And I wonder...
Was it all worth it for
Our Lie?
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
