by PAULA
Painted lies
Tell stories of the times you’ve cried.
I held you tight,
Stayed with you through the night.
Your blood ran free through my fingers
And I hoped,
For a moment,
The lowness of the blow,
The tenor of the symphonic show
Would get the best of you.
Your wasted smiles
Remind me of the times I wept in denial.
Concern and care fill up the empty space
Once compressed with air.
I’m the one who’s been there since the beginning.
I’ve helped you through the hard times,
The never happy endings.
The green eyed monster I hold inside tries to vanquish the hurt,
The despise,
The wonder of what she has that I don’t.
The chance of finding another like you
Is one in a number that,
More than likely,
Won’t ever appear.
So remember the next time she makes you shed these tears,
She rips through your heart and plumages through your fears.
Remember when she leaves you hanging high and dry,
Who was there for you the first thousand times?
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