You said it sweet, like sugar in tea
But truth gets bitter eventually
Your hands held warmth that didn’t stay
Like sunlight faking through a rainy day
Little lies in lavender
Soft but they still burn
You whispered like a poet
But I forgot to learn
That pretty words can cut you too
Especially when they sound like you
The scarf you left smells like June
But cold fills up the room too soon
I dressed up hope in borrowed light
But fiction fades when it meets the night
But truth gets bitter eventually
Your hands held warmth that didn’t stay
Like sunlight faking through a rainy day
Little lies in lavender
Soft but they still burn
You whispered like a poet
But I forgot to learn
That pretty words can cut you too
Especially when they sound like you
The scarf you left smells like June
But cold fills up the room too soon
I dressed up hope in borrowed light
But fiction fades when it meets the night