The Lies He Told Poem by Isa .

'Blood runs deeper than water, ' they said.
Oh, the lies I was fed.

Blood feels the same as water.
Diamond feels the same as steel.
One has significant worth,
yet the both produce the same yield.

Gold with no shine,
no longer worth the time.
Yet, most valued, above
any gold,
Silver,
Blood,
Water,
or coal.

Is true love that lives within ones soul.
The true love that fills that,
empty,
cold,
hole.

We live our whole lives without it,
but when we find it.
When we find it.
It's so hard to let go.
It becomes so much more,

More than any gold,
Silver,
Blood,
Water,
or even coal.

For this 'love' I sold my soul,
Only for him to leave.
When he left, he took my soul with him,
leaving me with a bigger hole.

One that no amount of hope can hold.