You make me want to tell you lies
like I love you,
when I don’t
or you’re the only one
when you’re not.
He will leave
again
and you will still be here.
Then the only lie I will tell
will not be from my mouth
but from my heart.
© 2008 Miss Blue
About Me
- Miss Blue
- People have enjoyed my articles, short stories, poems and lies for quite some time. I reside in the former ghetto bohemia of the Lower East Side. One day I hope to flee from the gentrified ghetto in search of my heart. While I wait to make my escape I write a taboo column for the SexHerald and another for Club DD called Down on Skid Row.
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