Clouds cover the skies,
Rain pulls at your eyes,
But nothing hurts as much
As little words turned lies.
They came like petals, soft and light,
Whispers in the hush of night,
Promising the kind of truth
That even silence dared not fight.
You held them close, you let them bloom,
Wove them into every room
Your breath, your skin, your hopeful spine,
Not knowing rot would come in time.
Clouds cover ...