Running my thoughts over your bed,
Tangled in the sheets of memories
I find a clue to how it all fell apart.
A whispered word, a hidden message
From the heart of another,
Brushing fingers with mine
As I rummage through the intimate parts of our life,
Concealed in wrinkled linens, lies the lie.
The tainted words, dressed up in fancy dress,
Pretending to be love.