Dirty Truth

Why must one speak of lies so much..?

Is it you asking me this?

Why must I answer your horrid

ramblings

when there’s nothing in it for me?

Questions about life and death

I am not thinking about that now

nor do I want to

Why, always

when I am at my happiest

do you break down the door

with your big feet and your probing fingers?

Touching my hair

and kissing my face

What lies you spin like a spider

in my head

We are trapped in this reality

of wind and rain

It’s cold and hard as the day is

young and beautiful

Only in dreams can something like us

stay alive forever

But the flower burned, and I opened my eyes

and the night lives on

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.