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they drip from your lips
roll off of your tongue
fatal to my heart
just like a gun

you spit them in my face
like poison or venom
they twist and distort
no truth to mention

talking bout lies

i trusted you completely
until they came along
now they are your melody
flowing like a song

more intricate than spiders webs weaved
growing and mutliplying
becoming fermented and seethed

talking bout lies

they sting and burn
slowly wounding my soul
my heart now shattered, jagged
never again to be whole

they will all crash down
catch you up one day
for all the wrong, all the hurt
you soon will repay

— The End —