Sunday, 29 November 2015


I'm such a liar you know
No matter how much I try
To write about lofty things
All my poems are on love

But the love I have known
Is far from rosy fairytale
It's rather been a disaster
And I've hardly recovered

One I loved didn't look back
Nor did I mean much to her
All my poetry is just excuse
To cover up a broken heart

But this poetry is all mine
Whom can I go on to lie to
But myself, digging deeper
To hide up all my ugly scars

No wonder the searching
And all the hallucinations
It's just an elaborate scam
To cover what I really am

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