Love Of Lies

Love Of Lies short poem

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When love is found
what happens to your heart?
Does it stay the same
or fill up with love again just like it did
from the start?
Does it beat less or beat more?
Is it sewn up from being torn
or is it still worn out from
the old lovers you still mourn?
The way they hurt you
the way they lied
the way they left you and denied
that any of it was fake
when it really was
we all know
so stop lying because
you want to be alone
without anyone by your side
to help you
and be your guide
so you’re able to get through
the mess you made
so you’re not stressed out
with you and I
so that way you can be strong
and fly
away from the broken and hurt
the ones who can’t get over
what happened to them
so just fly and don’t look back
stay on the right track
and keep following the train

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