The candle light flickers,
Casting shadows around the room,
The warmth that it creates,
Fills my bedroom tomb.
I lay here paralised,
Thinking about all of your lies,
Pretending to myself that it's not worth it to cry.
But still, I cry, despite my efforts to try not to.
The stream of tears flows down my face,
And I feel the heat of it on my cheek,
And taste the salty taste.
I burn the poems you wrote me,
Telling me of love and of honesty,
Because you weren't honest with me,
And in love you never will be.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
The candle light flickers,
Casting shadows around the room,
The warmth that it creates,
Fills my bedroom tomb.
I lay here paralised,
Thinking about all of your lies,
Pretending to myself that it's not worth it to cry.
But still, I cry, despite my efforts to try not to.
The stream of tears flows down my face,
And I feel the heat of it on my cheek,
And taste the salty taste.
I burn the poems you wrote me,
Telling me of love and of honesty,
Because you weren't honest with me,
And in love you never will be.
