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Lie to Me

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iChrno

Published: Jan 17, 2012

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Lie to me,
Tell me no truth,
this heart is cracked enough,
It's broken and scarred,
blood's seeping through,
the last truth was enough.

Lie to me,
Make this heart smile,
Watch it lest it frown,
Selfish expressions
of love and war,
Might send it spiraling down.

Lie to me,
Let your lips wander,
stray from words that hurt.
Leave my brain to ponder,
Useless ideas floating everywhere,
Useless, crazy ideas.

Lie to me,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me that you care.
Then watch your lies
nibble at my soul,
watch them throw me to despair.

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Cait-Cait93

Jan 20, 2012

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This is a lovely poem. It has a nice flow, going from idea to idea fluidly without leaving the reader pausing and trying to catch up. The words are simple, and yet hold much weight, allowing the mind to wander and touch on different emotions while staying connected to the poem.

I'd say maybe you could separate the sentences with different punctuation, to enhance the words better. For instance, you could have said:

..this heart is cracked enough;
It's broken and scarred..

Just to give a bit more pause and meaning to the words. This is, however, a very well written poem, regardless. Great job ^^

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