Her Lies Poem by Saint Cynosure

I love her smile,
I love her eyes,
but I could do without her lies.
I hate that when she laughs I cry,
and feel so broken down inside.
She wants for me to treat her ways,
without returning favor.
There only so much one can take,
till hatred one does savor.
I want so bad to run away,
from her,
but wheres not known.
Theres no words left for me to say,
its only love Ive shown.
To take a chance forbiddenly,
and dance this dance of fools.
Is but a chance mistakenly,
my torment is so cruel.
The truth is hard sometimes to hard,
thats should be no surprise.
Of all the things I love of her,
I do not love her lies...