verbal symphonies

People say things they don’t always mean.
Singing verbal symphonies.
Telling the truth but covering it in lies,
Just like you made me believe.

I believed in you,
Held you up so high.
Then you cut my hands
So you could fly.
Now you’re free,
That makes me happy.
Losing you
Was finding me
And my verbal symphonies.

© andrewmeyer