LYING TRUTH [i]

Haven't you realized,

How it all began,

With a flash of thunder?

Rain pattering,

Pen scribbling,

Lips whispering,

Door creaking,

Storm raging,

And there was nothing more but a blunder.

Haven't you realised,

That back then,

Before she came,

Everything was fine?

Back then,

Before her presence,

Echoed in the empty hallways of your mind,

There was no such thing as 'time.'

Back then,

Before the ablazed walls,

Crumbled down,

You were mine.

-m.p.