NOT TRUE

NOT TRUE

Oh, accuse

Me not

Of lying.

It makes

Me

Sad

And feel

Like

Crying.

I do not 

Tell 

Untruhhs.

It isn't

Who I am!

For, to lie

That,

One must

Be

Of a stone

Heart!

Tall untruths

Are like

High

Winding paths...

At every

Turn

One never

Knows

What awaits

One...

I will

Never chance

It.

So hurtful

It is

That you

Say

I lie

To get

My way...

I shall talk

No more

Of this

For doing 

So

I only fall

In deep.

And oh

How my tongue

Itches 

To speak 

Lies

If only to

Hear you

Say

I told

You so

With a satisfied

Smile!

      FREDERIKA MENEZES