comfort in shade and shadows
trust in all lies that follows
like fools believing
of truth that never been told
and hope for the better tomorrow
and I for one, am the liar
throw up in the stairs
stained with the spoils of time
some broken words
and wishful scream, echoes
death, doesn't takes you afar
and I for one, am the liar
sleepless nights, turning sour
silence to tears, tears to cries
denial of the days passed by
will be there always, end of time and
consumed by sudden loss
and I for one, am the liar
reasons none, and a cheating love
not your fault but mine
your heart being on the line
expecting accepting from where it came
but body and not your soul
and I for one, am the liar
its empty in words and makes less sense
valleys of fears and harvest left behind
becoming something that you never were
finding strength in all the pain
its just me or is it my name
and I for one, am the liar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true write by a poet....... Great..... Rest all is lie and we are liers