The lies I create always hold me upon my throat
Almost like it's life or death
The tears I cry
Its like fallen melted crystals coming from the sky
When you see me you always ask what is wrong
I tell you I lied.
About my dear?
I never really loved you;
I was just full of fear
The lies that I tell you seems like the truth
The forbidden truth that crawls beneath my skin
These scars
These wounds.
They all are just lies.
Forbidden lies crawl my skin
Seems like I'm just a lie
A lie for you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this was quite pleasant to read...i think you have a rare talent..thanks :)