This is a poem called 'Why To Lie' and it's dedicated to a few people I
know. If it's for you, you know who you are.

People like to lie, look me in the eye and tell me it's alright. I know
it isn't, nothing for me turned out the way it was supposed to be. World
I salute your happiness, your smiles you can afford, late at night, and
the souls eyes look on, while you're holding someone tight. You're not
alone, and for you I hope it's perfect. For me I know it's wrong, one
can only take so much, for so long. You looked me in the eye, right to
my face you lied. While all the world is laughing, I'm looking for
someone to love. Trust. Lust isn't love, so what can I do to prove, you
weren't made for me. You kept your world all of your life, to everyone
you promised something. But somewhere along the way, that theory passed
me by. No matter what I do the one thing in the world I want the most,
is the one thing I'm always denied. I just wish to fly, fly away from
your insanity, no longer willing to compromise. All of your lies, they
don't mean anything to me, not anymore. Don't forgive and don't forget,
all of the times, I trusted those eyes.

With Love,
Rosirine

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 378 AF.