nic's version of Clerks

your hands are fragile as my heart,
your face moves me to another world,
but you lied to me.
then without telling me the truth you ran,
ran so far away i could not tell.
you make me wonder
if i had ever really known you
or if that was all a lie to.
every moment,
every look,
a simple lie only to break my heart.
you turned me into a yellow poet