She loves to lie, lie and lie.

It paints her different colors when she lies.

She lies in red, blue, yellow and all the other colors of the rainbow.

When she's angry she lies red.

When she's sad she lies blue

When she's happy she lies yellow.

but

when she's with me she lies white.

Life is a lot like trying to get across a field of unshaven grass,
you'll never know if you stepped on dog **** along the way.

She was there smiling for me
without
hesitation
without
**medication

"I love you"*
The words that no one wants to say too early.
The words that no one wants to say too late.
The words that everyone wants to say eventually.

I just guess the other guy says
"I love you"
better than I do

She* was never a mistake like the others
She was the answer to all the questions my wandering mind could present
but
She never answered the question  that my heart asked
**"Could you ever love a guy like me?"