Too Good at lying.A Poem by Beatrice MarsThe times I didn't Say I love you, After you said it first, Were few and far between, Because sometimes I did (love you) And the rest of the time I was just Too good at lying.
You were Forever faithful, Doting and Worshipful.
I looked upon you With disdain and Took other men To our bed.
You were easy to Live with, Sweet and caring Until that last day.
You held my Hand while I lay still, Whispered I love you While I writhed in pain.
Your eyes were Bright with your Love for me. My eyes were dull, With nothing but death's Lingering light.
You whispered I love you, But, I couldn't reply in kind, Not because There was too much pain, But because It hurt too much. © 2010 Beatrice MarsReviews
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9 Reviews Added on March 14, 2010 Last Updated on March 14, 2010 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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