She could never see the lies.
The ones that came from the pretty blue eyes.
He said them to keep her from going insane.
Now she just wants to shoot out her brane.
Thy weren’t always lies,
But look how quickly truth dies.
Her heart was broken into two.
One for her, one for you.
You gave it back with out her knowing
Regret never even showing.
You just went and shut that door,
And now each time she sees you, she dies a little more.
lilly mandrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lies-65/
