Poem: ‘The Untruth’

liar liar pants on fire

Tomorrow is another day,
yet you still continue to live your life as a lie.
Oh why, oh why?

Until the day that you die,
you will let others to think of the dreams
that have fallen by the wayside.

The road is troubled;
the bridge is weak.
The path is yet to be built,
yet you take no hand in bringing out the better sides of life.

You hold no claim; you heave no sigh.
You only leave a solitary smile upon your face.
A lonely one, with no match.
Ouch.
Who is hurting more?

by CBY

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