Lies are like the devil
they are like a dagger piercing me in the heart
they are wrong and degusting
aw but the thruth is sweet
it's kind
it's a word I love
but your lies hurt me
yours lies are why people hate me
your lies are what cut me down
your lies are the death of me
you don't how to speak the thruth
I see you love to hurt in anyway you can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice you should check out some of my poems on myspace for some reason this site isnt letting me develope my poems on to here.