My heart still cries,

When the night approaches.

Sometimes it hits,

When my time is coming.

When I must awake to another day,

Having to shine whether I want to or not.

Why does my heart still call out for yours,

When I know you’re not coming back.

Heart, you’re a fool for sure.

We fell for empty words,

And a handsome face.

Whose heart and mind,

Seemed as familiar and hungry as mine.

Only to be tasted and cast astray.

Broken promises and lies,

Patterns finally showing,

BEAUTIFUL LIE - RYAN LESLIE