You didn't hear me when I said that honesty was something I could not nor want to deny. On the fingertips of your tongue, a word as ghostly as this gave me proof, gave me light, gave you a little bit of satisfaction for just a moment of my time.
You thought and sought by telling lies, and seeing how many times cries would reach down and take my emotional stability far out of my reach into your reach that you created.
Instead, a whisper from my heart that can my heart beat with no lies, honesty and thank God, honestly. My life climbs a ladder that will fall or break one day so you see my life is already short, so if I stray this here in my heart dies.
Honestly, I stole my own heart along time ago, so that means you could never steal my heart and not return it back to me because nothing here is built on lies, for my heart will never die.
A tresspasser, yes that's what I called you, some called you and intruder in a vague place in a situation that could never last and yes you being apart of the problem, you could never last either.
This is my struggle within my inner self where no ghost came to these here gates, maybe it was hell that inspired you and your emotional flamboyant, egotistical, self-serving, and yes, you might even feel might darned good by now thinking that everything you wrote is right, and everything you write is right. Thinking about that last line that repeated itself, yeah, I'll tell you no lie, it was the same line you told me twice and twice your lies got bigger, but, you being the fool not once but twice, you still didn't see my heart coming.
You forgot, sometimes when you tell too many lies the heart fill up and the lies spill over. Where do they go? I'll tell you no lie, but, I thought everything you wrote was right and everthing you write is right, and oh yeah, how they inspired you, yeah, your own lies because you told them twice, and you even stole my heart, but, because a lie could never stand you had to return my heart back to me.
And still, you inspired another lie for the other two and couldn't get away and when you found a moment of your time to tell the truth you were in a vague place in a situation that could never last and you being apart of the problem, you could never last either.
Copyright, 2001 by Rosalyn R Walker