Lies

• Grace Basham, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Her lips slowly curl into a smile.
Behind it hides a thousand lies.
In her mouth she tastes bile.
She was about to give up the disguise.

She has built her walls too high.
She can't give up now.
Her soul too black to fly.
This marriage was foul!

"It's time to kiss the bride."
Was ringing through her head,
"I wish I could run and hide."
"I would rather be dead!"

"What?" was all he could say.
"You heard me!" She screamed.
"What happened to this holy day?"
All of his hope rushed away downstream.