Lying Lover

Look at the tear drenched face,
The eyes worn out of their sockets
By nights of pacing, fury, bitten nails;
Look for the truth in that battered sorrow.

Did love exist in those soft and tender words?
Did the liar believe the lie?
Or was it a trick, a malice etched upon the heart?
When he pledged his love to her.

Or was it as she now screams?
A hidden agenda, born of cruelty and nursed by hope?
Stemming from hatred, bathed by love?
She cannot know. He is gone.

The delusion came, the delusion left
But truth slipped invisible into the night.

Comments

Zoterik said…
Why is it the male who is the bad character here? :P
April 8, 2008 at 9:08 PM
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