Beautiful Lies - Poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
Everyday when I walk by the park, I walk with my face looking at the ground.
I'm afraid to look up, because there u always are.
It hurts to see how happy you've became.
And when you walk by, it's like I don't know you,
because I don't exist in you anymore.
I am not even a memory, but only a simple number, another name in your book.
You came and swept me with such beautiful lies,
that at the moment; I thaught they were true.
For a second, I was happy and as quickly as it came, it also left.
You left and took everything, that now it's hard to fall in love again.
It's hard to trust and to believe.
Because words are just words sometimes they don't mean anything. You have left a scar that may not heal, but I thank you for showing love eventhough, it wasn't real.
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