Lying

Just a poem

Lying...

Were his hands

When he touched you

Made you feel

Like my touch?

How I feel

Ashamed because

I loved you more

Than very much

Words are dying,

On your lips

When you're trying,

To explain

Save the lying,

That softly drips

From your mouth,

Clear and plain

Were his kisses

Any different?

You were happy

But now you cry

Check the corners

Of your heart if

You can't find me,

Then you may lie.