MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD

I'd like to start posting my poetry, but it doesn't rhyme much and the texts are short, and I'm afraid they'll forget about me and I'll die of embarrassment. 

Here's a short text; at least one person is sure to like it.

"The sun sets

And the truth is hidden

Under the moonlight 

Your lies are piling up 

From which those arose 

In those moments when you told me "I love you"

Promises 

Renewed hopes 

Finally, 

I found Living in another room"