I Love My Liar:
As I feel the brisk wind surround me,
I see your face in my lonely atmosphere.
I feel your lies haunting me with every breath I take.
I hear your voice in my head, even though you’re never there.
I feel the touch of your fingers on my skin, Even though you’re never there.
I hear you repeat the same words, the same lies, over and over again.
But for I, was blind to believe you were true.
For I, had been a stuck up fool, just like you.
For I, had never ever thought that I would think about you.

For I, in the beginning, had never realised how much I really loved you.
But can you feel the pain that I feel?
Can you feel the sorrow within my soul?
Can you see the petals of the rose fall down on the floor?
Can you hear, see and feel the things that I do?
For I, shall never stop.
For I, shall feel the same forever.
But as of you, can lie to me forever.







The Black Rose:
The rose had been pure red.
Cherry red, I would say.
Each time you told me that you loved me,
It turned darker and darker.
Until one day it turned BLACK.
You lied enough.
It’s time to stop.
You filled my heart with comfort,
You fulfilled my soul with love.
But not real love, of course.
Fake love, just like your words.
The rose, I crushed.
I crushed it as you had crushed my heart.
I crumpled up the rose.
You crumpled up my heart.
I told the rose that I hated you.
And you told my heart that you loved me.
See how similar we are?
We both lied.
The red rose turned black.
My red heart turned black.
See how similar we are?
But I guess you’ll never know.....

Blind Fool:
They told me you were lying.
They told me you could never be true.
They told me I was blind, to see what I see in you.
But I did not care.
I simply did not.
Want to know why?
Because I believed your lies.
I fell in love with your sweet talk.
But most of all, I fell in love with you.
As if, I was lost as walking on a never ending path.
They repeated their words over and over again: “You blind fool, you blind fool, you blind fool.”
But, for I, shall never believe anything they say.
They may be right, but you are wrong.
You lied and I cried.
Yet I’m still not satisfied.
As you lie to me with every word you speak, I lie to myself and believe your bleakness.
Is it fun to lie?
To play with my heart as if it were a toy?
How does it feel to lie and live with yourself?
But I shall not ask you this.
Want to know why?
Because every time you lie to me, so do I.


The heart:
I hear something.
Something loud with a rhythm.
But what can it be?
I look around, nothing there.
I look outside, no one there.
I leave my home, yet the rhythm follows me everywhere.
I gasp.
I look down and there’s blood dripping everywhere.
There’s a hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be.
I look in the mirror and see through the whole.
There’s something engraved in my heart.
Want to know what?
Your name.
The rhythm got louder and louder and slowly my voice starts to chant your name.
It’s contagious.
It’s a growing disease.
I try to stop, but I never can.
I see your face when I close my eyes.
You took over my body and I, no longer have control.....