A pair of blue hands with one hanging limp in the air, and the other hold onto its wrist. Their nails are painted neon pink.

White lie

I don’t think of you anymore.

I don’t think of what could have been,

Or what I could have said.

And here I thought I would be forever haunted,

By your goodbye.

Or was it your white lie?

Leaving me high and dry.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s