Look at her, look at him.
She’s an angel, cloaked in sin,
He’s the demon, yet clean within.
Look at her, look at him.
See the good, not the bad.
She’s broken inside,
He smiles with pride.
See the good, not the bad.
Believe the lies, not the truth.
She’s yearning for something true,
He’s the type that would only use you.
Believe the lies, not the truth.
Look at her, look at him.
She’s crying herself to sleep,
He’s a wolf clothed like a sheep.
Look at her, look at him.
See the good, not the bad.
She believed she could never be strong
He never told her that she was wrong.
See the good, not the bad
Believe the lies, not the truth.
She’s about to lose her life,
He’s the one holding the knife.
Believe the lies, not the truth.
2 comments
The sad state that occurs sometimes when you love another human. Some are good; some are scorpions. I hear you.
This reminds me of Livingston’s poetry. Especially the tide rises the tide falls.
Thank you for sharing.