When I told you I loved you I was lying
You said it first & I played like I was trying
To merely respond to your expression of pure gratitude
I masked my meaning with a nonchalant attitude
But behind my eyes & within my mind
What I said & what I meant weren't really intertwined
They was as different a day from night
As the brilliance of the sun & the moon's hallowed light
I chuckled inside like a child
My most devious self was running wild
I told you I love you with a coward's soul
Now, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold
Yes, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold
10/23/16
(I guess: lyrics taken from the song Mining For Gold)
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