Why I Lie

Whilst I am standing here

You are also.

I can see you staring blankly

At me.

We touch

The invisible wall

Same 

Time.

My fingers caress 

The icy nothingness

Which separates our hands

I gaze into the misty transparency

The eternal barrier which holds us

Apart

I scream

Your name

But you cant hear me.

My lips

Move

No sound.

My lips

Kiss

Nothing.

My tears

As clear as the barricade 

Of truth

Which makes sure

I can never

Talk

Touch

Kiss

You

But I want to.

I fight it.

My cries silent.

You silent.

I hit hard at

Whatever it is

I try to destroy it

To just feel your skin

To defeat and ignore it

But my strengths running thin

And as I stare into your eyes

I know love is no sin

Yours is for me, as I am to lies

And in all honesty, the truth never dies

And I do not know what this is:

Love

The hate I am in?

But I tell you I know this:

The truth always wins.

Lies - A Short Story

"Oh, yeah, my dad won't be home today, he had to go and see nan, she's ill."

Nan's dead.

Dad's left.

Home alone. In fact, get rid of the home. It's not where I feel safe. No haven of mine is that house of tricks. My name is Theodore O'Riordan. Yeah I know, it's a weird name.  People've made fun of that pointless times.

"So, I can come over, yeah?"
I don't know why I even talk to Ravi, he's not in any of my classes,  not in my tutor group, didn't go to my primary school... I guess it's just because he takes an interest, y'know?

"Sure! Don't worry about it!"
Was that too excited?

Shit.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not unpopular, or hated by the "it" gang, but it's just I can't really talk to people well. I don't want him to know that, I dont want him to know I'm sorta depserate for friends. Mum always told me not to show people how I really feel, or otherwise they'll take advantage of me. She sure hid her hatred of me well then.

"Theo...you still there?"
"Oh, what, yeah, I just zoned out for a bit."
I smiled apologetically at him. He just looked at me incredulously and smiled that really REALLY asian looking smile of his. I mean, being from sri lanka may have had something to do with it, but I think it's just because he hadn't shaved in what seems like years.

"Hey guyysssssssssss"
Oh great.  Abbi "Pink" Cartwright. Guess which part of that name she made up. Don't get me wrong, I love her to bits, but she just bloody appears out of nowhere. No-one appears like that in bloody Reading!

I go to Reading School, a small grammar school on the outskirts. Quite boring really.

"So Ravs, Thee to the O, how's it hanging?"
I hated it when she called me that. My mum was the only the person who could get away with that. It sure sounded funny when you said that in a typical limerick accent. She moved to England when she met my dad. Scum personified.

I was walking home with Ravi, and wondering what on Earth we would actually do when we got there. My house isn't the most interesting thing in the world. We get in
"Wow...nice house"
"Thanks.  Dya want anything to like, drink?"
He politely declined.

Mum always told to me watch out, cos some people could spike my drink. When I was 14, that nearly happenned, but Abbi thought the drink looked funny, as water really shouldn't be fizzy. She has helped me out of some tough spots so far.

We went to my room; PS3 is always the best option for boredom, coupled with some facebook stalking. There's a photo of Dolores o'Riordan on my wall. The Cranberries are my favourite band. When I was younger, I used to believe I was related to her, and that she would come and fly me away with her voice.

That never happenned.

"Your parents not home then?"
I'm adopted.

"No."
"Ah, shucks, I wanna meet them! They sound so interesting"
Silence.
After an hour or so of some hardcore first person shooters, (HALO 3) I decided to order some pizza. only £5.98 aswell! I know that I'm cheap, but hey, it was a good deal. It was 7:00. The phone rang. I felt bad leaving Ravi on his own, the phone was in the spare room, so I put it on speaker. Just silence.

"Why the fuck would someone waste money making a silent phone call?"

Ravi said, trying not to burst into laughter.

Every day.

7:00

The pizza is here.

I open the imaginary door.

No, wai-

"STOP IT NOW LUKE. ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?.

YOUR PARENTS ARE ALIVE."

-no, please, wait, I can explain, I re-
"NO YOU CANNOT. YOU CAN'T PLAY HALO 3 ON A PS3, DID YOU KNOW THAT?

YOU CAN'T ORDER FOR AS LITTLE AS £6 ONLINE, AND READING SCHOOL IS A SINGLE SEX SCHOOL."
-I, I, it's not fair, it's not fair! leave me alone! please, jus-
"AFTER A WHILE, THE LIES FALL APART, DON'T THEY LUKE?"
-no, I'm theo, short for theodore, I'm theodore-
"LIES"

-I'm 16, and I go to Reading School, and my best friends are--
"YOU DO NOT HAVE FRIENDS. ALL

LIES"

I can't take it anymore.

It's all too much.

I can't, I just can't face the truth.

Not now, I'm not ready.

"Oh, yeah, my dad won't be home today, he had to go and see nan, she's ill."

They're in the next room.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not unpopular, or hated by the "it" gang

They're waiting for me outside.

I go to Reading School, a small grammar school on the outskirts. Quite boring really.

I would've been in year 12. But I can't face the truth.

So I live.

In this imaginary world

Of

Lies.

Memoirs Of A Memory

Who are you?

I do not know.

The murderer?

The surviror?

The dead?

The victim?

The murdered?

The unsaid?

Fading away into the pool of lies

I can finally see what I have done

And as I stare into your lifeless eyes

I realise I have lost

And you have won

Memoirs Of A Murderer

I sit at your table

Writing your suicide

With a pen

knife

I write

And I write

And I write

Till all the ink

Blood.

Devours me.

I cry into the dead.

My dead.

I hug you to me.

And beg you to awaken.

I clutch your hideous shoes,

A token of your life,

Gone.

And run with you

To the sofa

And place you down

And kiss you all over

My name over your face

On your face

Why couldn't you just be faithful?

Maybe then we could enjoy our lives

But now

You are my corpse bride

Memoirs Of A Survivor

Take me with you

Wherever you go

The tick tock heartbeat of silence

Pounds away at my deaf ears

All I can see is the blood

Spreading

Into tears

The sickness of my health

And the coldness of my sweat

The burns of my sanity

Melting

All into threats

The hollows of the deep

And the shallows of the dark

Grab 

Clutch

Reach

For what was once my journey embarked

Take me with you

Wherever you go

And watch as I follow

Where : I don't know

Diary Of Nothing

Face down on the carpet

Where you always said I'd belong

Thrown into the comfort

The pain muffles out our song

Head first into the concrete

After all the things you said

My life is now so complete

The coldness is my bed

Turn towards the mirror

The wall between myself

And all that lies beyond me

In that little shard of wealth

Where all I know is useless

And all I don't is dead

My tries simply are fruitless

So I shall keep myself instead

Light

I wake up

I can feel you

Your touch

The sunlight on my face

Warming my back

It is bright

I wish to open my eyes now

Heaven.

Your smile is here.

I always thought it was joke,

People wearing white.

You laugh.

It is so comfortable.

With you by my side.

But I know I must push away the blurriness

Of a deep deep sleep.

Does this mean there is a God?

If there is such life after death?

You smile.

I have missed your voice.

But why do you not talk?

Your eyes shimmer

And your touch fades

"Leaving so soon?"

Silence.

"There's no need to run now"
Silence.
"Why are you going?"
Silence.

You slowly fly away

I try to get up

To catch the beauty fading away

I reach for your hand

And it is gone

I look at your face

Leaving me

Your eyes 

Your lips speak silently

I know the words.

Your smile is gone.

Where?

But I can feel you.

I look to my side

And

You are there

No More.

A white sheet.

An outline.

Life, into death.

Silence.

I sit up in the hopsital bed.

And I see you in my tears.

There are no windows in the room.

Partner

Inside this room

The plain walls give me a canvas 

A place to make my own

If i were to paint my soul

The room would be darkened

And the sun would fail to bring in light

If i were to paint my heart

There would be cracks in the walls

And the door would be closed

Forever

If i were to paint myself

One would go blind inside that room

So I just leave it as it is.

Plain, canvas.

Maybe one day,

Some one will paint me on it.

And the room would be beautiful

Turning To Religion

My hand goes into the air.

I get chosen.

That's a surprise.

-----------------------------------

They say sin separates

Us

from 

God.

I am so far away from you now.

I can never get closer.

I do pray,

everyday.

I worship, best I can.

And your word, my lord,

I obey.

I would build you a shrine,

If I had the money

If I had the time.

I should keep saturday free.

Just for you.

A day of just me

And the Lord

I have not sinned.

Every time I try to talk you,

To try and compliment

To make you notice me

I feel so far away.

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If there would be life after death

And that life would be with you

I would die right here

To make the holy words be true

"I Love You"

Time for another three:

I call it

The trinity

You

I and

Lies

That's the only way it can be.

You're my God, and you'll never love me.

Crash

I could run around like the failure I am

One hand holding nothing, the other holding yours

Still I would be invisible

Which is strange I tell you

I'm right here

Can't you see me

I'm right here

Can't you free me

I've been waiting for this

Moment in time

Which does not exist

In the words of Kate

I do not hate

But at least look around

At the noise and the sound

Ignoring is not something

You can help yourself too

In this confusion

Why can't I ignore you? 

Honesty

You know I'm going to be honest.

So when you ask "what would you rate me?"
I'm not going to lie.

You' ll probably hate me.

Your eyes

roaring seas of passion

they take lives, they do.

the lives of those brave enough

to enter those seas

I say they're dull.

Your hair

luscious love

to run one's fingers through it

liquid passion in a touch

soft warmth caressed

I say it looks crap.

Your mouth

cradled hope in flesh form

peaceful mutiny where nature 

is now frost

defeated by your grace

where eyes are lost

minds too

You

smoothly innocent

perfection, like water

so clear

so true

Unlike all these things I tell you

For if for one second you know the truth

That no scale can be compared to  your

Beauty which has ensnared my youth

I would be pushed out of the door

And if I say "I Love You" anyway

It'll only be another failed yesterday.

Not Good At All.

My smile cuts through a thousand glances.

My laugh burns through the wasted chances.

This is a new day.

My hope will chase the fear away.

My faith will let me live another day.

Incomplete words are a fashion between us.

We set the trends of our incomplete love.

The style is varied, though usually bright.

Colourful.

This night, I will complete.

I stride to your side.

A kiss, thats all, if you can.

Too late, had fun, 

kissing another man?

_ ____ ___

3 little words.
Have torn me apart
Since I can remember
Since I've had a heart.

I just want the middle one.
And maybe the last.
But I know it won't happen.
Truth is in the past.

The first is selfish,
I do agree.
It's not you you you.
But me me me.

Remember though, it's still not been said.
I mean, it's like forcing someone to kiss you.
Someone who's dead.

That's what it feels like every time.
These three words are suffocating me.
I can't speak to you in fear that they will escape.
Nightmares made real.

The middle is meant to be a happy thing.
Something made of first and last.
And as I dream I dream of spring
As I said; love is in the past.

Is This Beauty?

Smile now.
Don't let people see past the make-up.

You're happy here, aren't you.
I can see it in your eyes.
Shining with happiness.

This is what you've always wanted.
Always.
You're so beautiful, you know that,
Don't you.

NO.
NOT THAT.
You'll be so UGLY
If you touch that.
Like a stupid fat cat.
A horrid old rat.
A hairy lonely bat.

You don't want to
Be like them?
Do you.

You're not fine as you
Are

There's still work to do.
And then you can be as beautiful
As you've always wanted.

There's a good girl.
Put it down.
Run to the toilet.
Get rid of all the poison.
Throw

It out of yourself.


There.
Don't you feel so much lighter.
So much prettier?

Love Poem

The origin of life amazes me.
All the beauty in the world.
How?

The rivers cut softly through the lands
The sun falls slowly into the blanket of the horizon
The moon gracefully rises into the stars
Different.

The birds serenade it all
The grass sways with the flow
But the trees stand still. Firm.
Unique.

Your eyes are brighter
Than the sun and the moon
Your voice is angels
You are you.

The clouds are floating on this earth
And I am floating in your world

All the beauty in the world amazes me.
But none of it is as beautiful as you.

Loneliness

Whenever it's windy,
The blinds part a bit.
And the light comes in.
The warmth comes in.

Since you left, I've closed the blinds.
Your duvet is my comfort.
My love.

The little bar of hope says hello.
But only for a second or so.
Soon it leaves.
And I am left all alone.

Sometimes I hear the neighbours talking.
I feel like you're here.
I listen in on their conversations,
Any glimpse
Anything
Would be welcome.

The postman comes.
And goes.

The pile of post would make me your height if I stood on it.

The wind sings me a ballad,
And I mourn the words back.

The rain smiles.
I cry raindrops.

The clouds are nothing
Compared to me.

You said we'd part them,
One day, together.

But you did that on your own.
And you left this world without me.

Useless Rhymes (3)

Wake Snap Shut
The river of fire burns a path in your eye
Hope Fail Cut
Try as you might, though all you can do is try

Sing Dance Draw
Maybe then you'll be mine to keep and to hold
Hurt Harm Lure
Take your sweet time for your tears are my gold

Sob Beg Plead
Get out of my house you user you fool
Shut Cut Bleed
I dismiss you from my omnipotent rule

Dance Snap Tread
Fly into the night of the dark and the sore
Bleed Plead Dead
I have my revenge and you are no more

Usless Rhymes (2)

Strum the strings of stupid scent.
Kiss the callused hand of God.
Feel the light which will be bent.
You useless old miserable scummy sod.

Touch the trembling torrent of love.
As nothing touches you no more.
Fly to the shallow waters above.
And rest where you belong;
With the pale and putrid poor.

Bite the blessed burning cake.
And feel the fire upon your tongue.
For your love is as still as a lake.
And your own song has already been sung.

Go to the grave with your pointless life.
Bury it deep under the frozen ice.
So don't forget to pick up your knife.
And cut me a bit of you,
Something nice.

Useless Rhymes

...I always had a problem with
Admitting what is and what is not
Although it is said that one must give
Recieving the truth, I cannot

Do whatever it takes to grant your desire
And also I shall satisfy my own
And on the wings of faith we ride higher and higher
And pray to heathen, that we shall be known

To all mankind we seem like the grain
Of the tree on the country long gone
And as we try to disguise the pain
The past shall turn the feelings on

The mind and on the simple soul
Constantly at war with the silent heart
Who speaks so much she achieves her goal
And from this point onwards we return to the start

Of anything we deem to be new
Is simply a lie told again
And if we wish to be happy too
We must simply remember when...

It's Called Being Broken.

They say there are always two parts to a story.

I am happiness.
A clown, always smiling.
I smile so much it hurts.
I've never been happy in my life,
If you want to know the truth.
But you cant look past the face, can you?

I am funny.
A comedian, always laughing.
I can't breathe sometimes.
The truth is suffocating me.
I've never been so upset in my laugh.
But you can't look past the act, can you?

I am beauty.
A model, always pretty.
Skinny, everything fits.
I feel so small sometimes.
Like I'm not there.
I just want to eat.
Sometimes, I feel so ugly.
But you can't look past the size, can you?

I am sexy.
A pornstar, always up for some loving.
The passion I place into your hearts,
Is incomparable.
I've never been loved in my life.
I feel so weak sometimes.
So undesirable.
No-one would ever want me.
But you can't look past the tits, can you?

I am a lie.
You can't see who I really am.
It's called being broken.

The Last Few Words

Your perfect radiant innocence shone
Through dark clouds who have come and gone
And though the rain shall fall no more
I know your love will protect me against the pour
Of harm and hurt and all things sore
I knew that I could not love you more
When I first realised that we were true
And through the fog of lies we fought
And truth, hope, and happiness we sought
We did what all good lovers do
Notice the use of the tense which is past
For no true love shall ever last
Always slowly it fades to dust
And the bright gleam of our eyes shall rust
And we shall say farewell to passionate lust
Like a statue it shall become so dull
And the love letters and poems all will be null
For there is no such thing as eternity
Never was, never shall be
Oh, I am in such agony
Due to the stupidly honest irony,
As on my first love song to you
I promised liquid gold shall replace your tears
Though always too soon, lately I realised
You are not, never were, and never will be here.

A Truthful Lie

Terrible haircut.
All over the place.
Just like life, really.

God, what is wrong with your face?
The dodgy acne, the way your eyes crinkle up
Like the bloody queen when you smile.

Repulsive is what I would call your
Dress sense, if you had any, of course.
Sort of a mix between neon green curtains and
Red denim is what I would describe
Your wardrobe.

Have I mentioned your dull,
Dark green eyes?
Green eyes are meant to be a feature,
But not when they're contained in such
A wreck of a visage.

Have you looked in the mirror?
(Or have they all broken already)

But as much as I hate your ugliness.
I realise you are beautiful.
Just like life, really.

=

Like a bird

You fly away

They say pidgeons fly thousands of miles

To find their loved ones.

I'm lost.

But I know I'll find you,

If I keep on looking.

The emotion we share is like a rope

Strong, stable, eternal.

I will hold on to our love.

Life isn't a metaphor.

The rope is fraying.

Our love is weak.

It breaks.

Not the only thing.

For you have found your loved one.

And you both fly away into the distance

Like a bird

You fly away

They say pidgeons fly thousands of miles

To find their loved ones.

Rave

I used to.

The people and parties,

The drinks, the drugs.

What goes up

Must come down.

After the highs

I felt shit

But now I realise

It was going back to reality

How could the beautiful lies forget to take me back?

How could the evil spiders of the imagination break me out of their web?

I want to dream again

Of a place where I can lose it

Where I can abuse it

And then defuse it

Where the music is feeling

And I have none

I've had a few,

I do admit.

I feel so fat.

But if you look at me.

You'll realise how empty I am.

Hopeless

You always said that I was beautiful.

You said I could make it.

I believed you.

Why did you lie to me?

I wasn't even the only one.

There were others, I know there were.

Don't lie to me.

For the first time in my life,

I felt like someone cared.

I felt loved.

And then I realised I was being stupid.

I'm not beautiful,

Never was,

Never will be.

I just wish that I was having this argument with a person,

And not with a song.

Lies

Sleeping on the floor.

Hugging the duvet.

Affection.

Lies.

I can still feel you.

I can hear you sometimes.

You're still there.

The umbrella in the rain.

Comfort.

Lies.

I still have your diary.

Though I promised not to read it.

Maybe if I don't.

Trust.

Maybe

I miss your face.

It sounds stupid, I know.

But I really do.

Longing.

Your voice was the lullaby.

Lulling me to the moon and back.

It was the song of my life.

And it is silent now.

You are still alive.

Lies.

When you click the mechanical pencil.

And there is no

Lead

Left.

You are forced to stop drawing

Your invisible amazing life.

When you are talking.

And there are no 

Words 

Left.

And you feel it slipping away

The last ash of the burning truth

Frozen in my cold, cold heart.

I did used to love once.

Before it all became too much.

Before I realised it wasn't for me.

I take joy in sadness.

Maybe then I'll be happier.

I can't help the way I am.

But maybe it was all down to you.

You took my happy, caring heart.

And returned it blackened with darkness.

Bitterness is what I am.

But at least I am something.

Who are you?

What

Are you?

Release

The last sentence is hard to finish.

It's always been this way.

I can't put in the full stop.

Things just continue.

And

And

And

But never anything after.

I was ran over by a car that never existed.

Story of my life.

Shot by an empty gun.

Snap.

This is the story of my non existent life.

With it's non existent people.

Non existent lies.

Nothing is for real here.

I just 

Need to learn

To stop

I just

have

to let go

Results Day

The grades are slurred with tears

Worry not, I got my 6A*s

Then why am I crying?

Maybe it's because I know love isn't really chemistry,

It's not memorising facts and spewing them out again.

The elements won't react, and I'll still be unstable.

Maybe love isn't really like symmetry,

And even a perfect straight line can't make it real.

Cos, maybe it could simply be a sine.

Maybe because I know no amount of words will ever describe 

The lack of emptiness that I could never feel.

A tick for language, and a cross (loss) for words.

I cannot love, and so I fail.

Time is running out,

The big clock ticking,

The sounds echoing my heartbeat.

Seconds ticking into

Minutes ticking into

Hours ticking into

Long, long

Months without a smile.

I could pass with flying colours.

I could get 15A*s

Go to oxford

Be a respected doctor

Though I know that surgery can never repair heartbreak.

Some wounds will never heal.

And as I stare at the small, sparkling marks on the paper.

The little streams of icing on the "A" cake,

Happiness soaring, 

Joy is flying.

I realise that I'm still crying

Because

You're the only star I want.

And the only one I can never have.

What Isn't Me

:)

:)

:)

Lies.

I'n not happy.

But you try and find me an emoticon which portrays this:

"I'm only smiling so you don't ask questions.

I don't like questions.

It's not like you care.

I just want to seem normal.

Maybe then I could finally be :)"

It's hard isn't it?

Not being able to find something which isn't real.

The Fire

Feel it burn.

Feel the heat.

The sweat.

The brightness

The darkness

The flames dance in the night

Against the blackness of something

Which matters not in the moment

Look into the heart of it

And be blinded with emotion

Is there any difference between love and hate?

Or is hate simply,

Love,

Too Late?

The Last Day

Who are they to declare when our time here ends.

Who are they to declare when our time has come.

Who are they to think that it is as simple as a date on a calendar.

They haven't seen the last of us yet.

On the desks, and in some cases under them,

The reek of us remains.

The walls are littered with our trash,

The floors torn up and stolen, the emptiness,

Our leaving gift.

The textbooks we return, and the writing on the pages.

The absent minded doodling of names.

Our signature.

The countless latenesses, the pile of detentions, and the Miss Dyer's stress.

All us.

The gun in school, The drugs in school, well, everything in school.

All of us.

The faces the teachers will miss,

And even those the teachers won't.

The ties, the Red Ties, that we hated

Came to be who we are.

The worst year, they called us.

They best year, is what we were.

We are Mill Hill County High School, 2004-2009.

And even though we have come to pass.

And our memories, we grieve,

The last day is never, alas, 

And we shall never, ever, leave.

---

I want this moment.

I want to keep it.

Lock it away.

In a cage.

In a room.

Never let it out.

Keep it in the palm of my hand.

Let it be closed forever.

A fist.

Have it in a box.

In total darkness.

Watch as it suffocates.

Cut off from reality.

But it is my moment.

And I want it to be here forever.

I can't let it leave me.

It's barely been a day.

It's not simply a balloon I can let go.

It's like the string is attached to my heart.

I don't want my heart,

To be carried away.

But isn't that whats happening now.

Someone,

Something,

Save me from myself.

A and E

I tap the enter key.
Sending nothingness to you.

I can't think of anything to say.

My left joins in on the spacebar.
Now I'm really creating space between us.

I let out a sob.

Compound time, is it now?

I breathe heavily, adding to the timbre.

This is a mess,

Dissonance

Debussy

The chair rocks

I hear the creaks

The cello of doom

My whispers

Prayers that will never be heard

The percussion

The rain sticks

I am an orchestra

And this is my symphony

Of sadness

Losing Is Winning

I am losing it.

My hands desperately try to hold on.

But I know I am too weak.

You always did say that, you know.

Maybe I should've toughened up.

It's too late now.

The feeling is sand.

It flies away.

I am sandstorm.

The birds are music.

They fly away.

I am song.

The people are pain.

I hurt.

Who am I?

Too late, I think.

As I fall to my death.

At least I have discovered who I am.

I have found the inner beauty.

Maybe if we all searched

Before we found

Another way

Maybe then

We would be happy

As if I wasn't dead anyway.

Useless

Yes, I'm nervous.

Would you not be?

Although, I've always been on edge.

There are 3 simple rules to follow:
1. Make sure your heart is crushed.
Repeatedly.

Lay down your love like the doormat you are.
After you have been trampled, get up.

And then let yourslef be laid down by

What seem like caring hands.

And watch as the fingers become claws.

2. Open the doors to your mind.
Let them in, let them see you.
And then watch as they burn you from within.

The guardians of your mind

Stealing the lies.

3. Throw yourself in the way of the ones that hurt you.

For you do not want them to feel such pain.

Watch as your soul slowly, slowly slips away.

And then stay out in the rain.

Waiting for the person that will never come.

Hypocrisy

Have you ever seen a whale trying to fly?

I thought not.

As graceful as it would be,

It would not happen.

So don't try to cry.

Your cold, cold heart would freeze your tears.

So don't try not to lie.

You're used to it now.

They just flow now.

Like blood.

Don't try not to be sly.

You were always decieving.

Nothing was out in the open.

Nothing but me.

Don't tell me not to die.

You cut me open for the world to see.

And then you left me.

Nowhere.

Dying, but free.

Exam

As much as I revise for love,

I always seem to fail.

Practise papers burn above,

The wind blowing the sails.

There is no formula as such,

Or rules which one must follow,

For one can never predict too much,

Lest they fall into darkness and sorrow.

Read, write and memorise,

Pick out all the facts,

Even though love = lies,

No-one cares about that.

Read over the paper, learn from your mistake.

Not many but one, and that mistake is this:
Fall not in love,

For it is not bliss,

It's lips are ice,

And pain is it's kiss.