The Last

daisies

 

You called me beautiful

But was it all lies?

Did you think it a joke

As you stared into my eyes?

 

Did you weave those tales

So that I could be easily led,

Without a heartbeat of struggle;

Not knowing the despair I would be in?

 

You said that you would love me:

Forever and ever more.

That was the first and last lie-

In fact any word, that I’ll ever fall for.

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