Your lies are a product that I'm not buying.
Realized, I have, of the fiction you're supplying.
My eyes are open, the truth so vivid
Once disguised, because love is liquid.
I might feel grief, I should feel anger,
I'm just amazed I loved a stranger.
Twisted into a game of buying and selling,
Perverted and spurted the words expelling
The truth? Perhaps it never existed
In the story of us, and all we consisted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alas, Chris, it is a rare thing to truly know anybody. Thanks for sharing your poem Peace