Stemmed from a Lie

A woman one misjudged a man.

Believing pretense, believing lies,

blindly staring into cold unassuming eyes.

How swiftly she at up all the passionate words,

all

the

scripted

lines.

Leading with her heart but walking like the blind.

The fog lifted the curtain was pulled away.

She was face to face with a stranger, and she couldn’t convey

the truth nor the injustice,

of carefully orchestrated lie.

Undeserving tears, she hopelessly cried.

He’s starting a new game

as

a

new

blanket

of

deceit

he begins to sew.

But as a wise woman once said,

love

stemmed

from

a

lie,

will never grow.