You fed me sweet lies,
to calm my pain and cries,
To make my heart smile,
Even for a while.
However, you hurt me more,
and closed every open door.
Now, on the ground I lay,
and dream in dismay.
Dreams bitter and cold,
Not touched with precious gold,
As they rest and subside,
By my dying heart's side.
A/N: tell me what you think. ( if it flowed well, if i used good words, if you understood clearly....)
