(Poem) Lovers or Liars
Love does not always come
In the shape of rosebuds and red petals,
But in sharp knives to the heart and
Clenches to the soul that weeps softly
As it beats for two when only for one it can weep.
I wonder on what strikes the mind
To believe it needs another when for years
It has survived without a pair,
The insanity of which that brings is
A story all on its own.
You try to hold yourself high and
Raise my chin with your words of wisdom
When in reality you are far worse, and
Such hypocrisy that tells me because
Truly and honestly, who are you trying to fool?
Alas I can only be dreaming and wishing,
Such a fool I have always been, but never
A fool to another fool with such foolish mind,
And yet once again I may have been bested
For we are lovers who are liars for love