Day 25 Everyone lies to her.
She had watched enough cop shows to know when someone was lying.
She looked at everyone in the eye and expecting the same in return.
If they refused to look at her
If they looked down at the floor
stammering for an answer
or looked up and to the left
Sometimes she wished
she couldn’t read the body language
then she wouldn’t go the bed each night
With a broken heart
Because everyone lies to her
and it started with the word hello.
- Poem: “Her Question” (Poetry Form: “Triolet”) (njpoems.wordpress.com)
- A poem as message in a bottle (objetsdevertu.wordpress.com)