Blues

She lied about everything,

How she wanted to give me the stars, but only 

Gave me the blues..

She lied about me being her only one,

Her stars and moons.

Love has a way like spring to autumn

To make all the pain go away.

She lied about me being her everything,

How she wanted to give me the stars, but only

Gave me the blues..

Autumn trees are so beautiful, but not meant 

To shine like spring, love has a way that makes

You forget who and what you are.. 

True love has boundaries, has compromise,

Has hope and most of all has god!

She lied about, about, everything…