It was a battle of he said she said

Things were thrown across the room

Including her bloody rag

Glass broken

At our feet

We were young

Didn’t know any better

Blind to the truth and reality

Immature kids causing scars to our hearts

She loved to tell stories

She would exaggerate

And lie through her teeth

The best lie she ever told

Was that she loved me

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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