Lies made with sharp blade
As it cuts deep within my soul
Like promises that were meant and made
Now my heart never felt whole
I held your hand
As I dreamed you were in my arms
But then I never understand
How you left me with new scars
You were my dream
But I never was
It was real to me
But I think not for you, even once
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
