Sunday, 8 June 2014

Lie To Me

Someone trusted, loved, cared.
Someone waited, watched, hoped.
Someone cheated, dumped, broken-hearted.
Someone played, energized, lost.

Someone is someone you don‘t know.
Someone is someone you do know.
Someone is me, little unknown.
Someone is you, entirely not known.

It hurt to love, it hurt to care.
It hurt to wait, it hurt to despair.
It hurt to watch, see love go elsewhere.
May be it was attention but too little to care.

Does anyone notice the twitch in that smile?
A smile that threatens to fade every time.
It‘s still retained with every beautiful lie.
Our mask has cracks but won‘t break even with time.