An April Truth
The smell of the fresh April air
Reminds me of this time, last year
The day seemed fair
But suddenly became my worst fear
I never meant what was said
A week before this
My apology now seems dead
Dying without a single kiss
Why did you have to go
Without a real reason why
I wish it wasn’t so
Now I know you told a lie
The truth comes out
About five months later
For some reason I doubt
That you could be a traitor
Though I know I shouldn’t
Be in love with you
Though I vowed I wouldn’t
I still continue to
This poem is about:
Me