The lies

I look through,
your teary eyes,
fogging up,
like the cloudy skies.

We bury her,
beneath the farm,
knowing that,
the devil will bring her no harm.

Everyone cries,
but your tears grow wetter,
and cover your lies,
making no one feel better.

Your fake is showing,
your tears are running,
your eyes are growing,
your lies are pushing.

All lies,
the tears and show,
why you came,
we may never know.

Because its your fault,
she is gone,
the love of every childs life,
mom, number 1.