His Lies

His Lies

Don’t be naive under constant gazes, breaking oaths while relationships pass through their stages.

Naive, so naive.

String tied on a little black bird’s wing, sweet words he spoke until they sting.

Oh, the hardest part is that I believe,
Hoping he holds me, but footsteps always leave.

Constant sleep.
Countless stars are miles away.
I am so sorry, so broken.

Locked within his colored eyes, lips mutter while my ears listen to the lies.

Just cheap excuses laying out inside my mind, tears blur the sight of what I want to find.

Is there nothing left while I make my bed, little moments, forgetful thoughts of what he said.

Don’t look away from the truthful lies, read the story played out inside my eyes.