Honesty And Lies Poem by Talisha Hetrick

I trusted her,
Her words were so soft and so calm,
With no lies hidden beneath the sweet syllables.
Honesty was a big problem with us,
And soon our understood agreements had to be voiced:
No more lies.
So when I see her,
With her beautiful, smiling face,
I know she'd never lie to me.
But once it's so hot,
every excuse falls flat on the dripping floor,
with swaet landing a top of them,
I was shocked.
Her arms weren't as perfect as her lies;
at least the lies were shiny and clean,
and easily accepted by the blind.
Her arms were torn,
the scars so precise no accident could creat them;
You have to deliberately rip your arms open,
to make the scars to beautifully painful to look at.
Though once they blurred through the tears coating my eyes,
I saw them for what they truly were:
Her soul shining through her skin;
Her sadness taking on a physical being.
I should have known she'd always lie to me.