Can't blame a broken soul,
For falling in love with who
Seemed to be the best.
Yet a lair he was.
He lied to me,
And couldn't live with it.
So he called me a lair,
Without a reason nor cause.
I'm sorry
Was all that could be said,
You were blinded by dissociation to believe.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
