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i was lying when i said i loved you and i've done it before
i was being stupid and i never meant to cause this hurt
but i felt trapped behind the idea of our own front door
and i couldn't crawl through another year of dirt
the cobwebs in your heart held me fixed and dying
and i thought lying was a way to avoid more crying
but now there are even more broken pieces
and who wants to keep living through token peaces?
stalemate is a terrible state to condemn your heart to dwell in
you were once deep and i fell in now it's hell in
here and i broke off nails trying to dig my way out
no i thought quiet falsehoods were an easier way to shout
so i've packed my complications into a simple answer
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Nice work, and one many people can give a quiet nod towards. I read a couple another of your pieces last night (very strong), but this is the first comment I've put on. You've got yourself a really good style there.
"i felt trapped behind the idea of our own front door" tell me about it.
This is vivid, no matter how much it brings me down. "quiet falsehoods were an easier way to shout" is so very passive agressive like the tone of the poem.
typo? "and who want to keep" should be wants?
