Paul Trotter

Rookie [Warrior Poet]

The Lies She Tells

The lies she tells rip through my heart like a knife through butter
Severing the tendons and muscles that once bound us together as one being…one soul
The lies she tells are hurtful and inconsiderate, boxing me in like a trapped animal

I feel the loneliness…and count the quite moments without her
Anger grips my soul as I contemplate the thoughts of her with another
She spoke of love and kindness
Her words dropped upon my heart like stolen kiss
She spoke of a future and fulfillment

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