Her perfect boy and all of his sweet lies.
He doesn't realize how much his beautiful girl cries.
Rewind and erase those lustful obsessions
Covered up in sugar-coated confessions.
He has such a way with words.
He stretches the truth so that nothing hurts.
That's the last thing he ever wants to do.
And she knows with ever 'I love you.'
So why then, does it hurt so bad?
All those sweet words just make her sad.
He tells her how much he really cares.
She replies with sad, angry glares.
Her mood gets dark; it starts to rain.
It's as if the weather can feel her pain.
Laying in her bed staring at the ceiling.
She starts to wonder when her poor heart will start healing.
Wanting nothing more than to hear his sweet voice.
But she won't call; it's his choice.
Her poor shattered heart only becomes more broken.
With every single sweet lie spoken.
She learns she looks so good in red.
This anger and pain rush to her head.
It really is a nice color against her pale skin.
That blade takes the place where he should have been.
That sharpened knife looks so forgiving
In times like these when life's not worth living.
Pain for pain, I'll match every sweet lie.
Cross my heart; I hope to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem