Liar Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wasn't she his fire his desire
Wasn't she his night his day
Wasn't she his friend his confidant
Wasn't she his better half his beating heart?

Wasn't she the reason he went to work
Wasn't she the reason he smiled and smirked?
Wasn't she the reason he was happy
…Happy getting along with nothing in this world.

But now she's left him, she's gone
All his strength has left him; he doesn't want to go on
What mattered yesterday now doesn't matter at all?
What he got up for has lost all its taste
There's just a cold bed to return to drunken early dawn.
And the birdsong seals his fate

Wasn't she his fire his desire
Wasn't she his night his day
Wasn't she his friend his confidant
Wasn't she his better half his beating heart?

Or was she a liar
A liar right from the start

Wasn't she the reason he went to work
Wasn't she the reason he smiled and smirked?
Wasn't she the reason he was happy
…Happy getting along with nothing in this world.

Or was she a liar
A liar right from the start
He trusted to open, and then break his heart
Burst his bubble; lose his faith in this uncaring world.

Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar
And not another word is heard beating in his heart.