A Living Lie

I cried myself to sleep last night,
We didn't quarrel, we didn't fight;
My love is no longer in sight,
You've extenguished the flame, put out the light.


My pain you cannot seem to see,
You just don't care if you're hurting me;
And so my love will breathe its last,
And kindle no more from the past.


A heart can stand only so much pain,
Then it weakens; begins to wane;
Slowly love begins to die,
And it becomes a living lie.


~ Sandra Oidtman ~
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