Frank's Verse By F. E. Smith Contents

TRUE LOVE

It is shortly after
That we talk in whispers
Confessing our love for each other
It will never die, but It does.

Your lips grow limp
As one more lie
Slips out, Drips out
I’ve learnt things
Things I never knew,

You come to me with lies,
False excuses
As my spirit stumbles
Trips over
One more of your lies.

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