For his
smooth operator
talk you believed.
For he
would never lie.
Or, so you thought.
For his words were golden.
Were priceless.
For when
left on read,
For only silence
was his reply.
For then realized
He couldn't be trusted.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For don't cry.
For your redirected heartbreak
Will serve
as a testimony.
For some people
are uncapable
of telling the truth.
