Pretty Words

This is the last poem I write that will ever be about you. I've finally found someone who truly loves me. You're nothing but a memory

Some say words are extensions of the soul

I don’t believe that

Words can be moulded into lies

They can kindle false hope

And create illusions more elaborate than any dream

 

I used to believe your pretty words,

Thought they meant you loved me

It wasn’t until after you shattered the façade,

That I realised they were just words

 

This is the last poem I will ever write you,

Your lies will haunt me no more

I can’t let them,

If I ever want to completely be over you

 

Because of you I am scarred,

I don’t think the wounds you inflicted

Will ever properly heal

But, at least now,

I have more than simple, mouldable, fake

Pretty words

 

Reviews

[Aries]

Words by their very nature are persuasive indeed - and there are people who will use them to any purpose they want, because they can. I do believe they can be seen as an extension of the soul though, if not by a liar. Writing is one of the sincerest forms of truth. It's just reading between the lines and seeing the intention that is difficult.

[Moflo]

Very sincere poem, great way of saying goodbye. Its a very emotion piece yet again, and really poses philosophical questions about how we communicate. Nice write.