Fragmented Poem by Rhea Smith

are we all liars?
Impress.
Impress.
Impression.

Pleassssse.

Death, Suicides.
Hide me inside the lies.
In a corpse, love disguised

no guilt.

What happened to innocence?

childhood.

Bring it back, I'm begging.
I lied to you, I lied to you.
It's all that I know how to do.
Blonde hair, blue eyes
A memory stained by bloody lies
a laughable love lost to bloody lies.
Lies, a love founded upon lies
no cracks in a false foundation
it was never there