I've never met anyone who lies as much as you,
I wonder if you notice how much you do.
The sweet words that pour from your mouth,
like music to my ears,
untrue I know but so beautiful that I dance to their slow soulful rhythm, so easily pulled in by the sensual click of
your tongue.
You're so good at that,
swiftly moving from one lie to the other,
with abundantly obvious changes in your demeanor,
but me, blinded by your gorgeous exterior
wooded by deceitful sonnets of our love,
and captured by that sparkle in your eye,
I never stood a chance.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
I've never met anyone who lies as much as you,
I wonder if you notice how much you do.
The sweet words that pour from your mouth,
like music to my ears,
untrue I know but so beautiful that I dance to their slow soulful rhythm, so easily pulled in by the sensual click of
your tongue.
You're so good at that,
swiftly moving from one lie to the other,
with abundantly obvious changes in your demeanor,
but me, blinded by your gorgeous exterior
wooded by deceitful sonnets of our love,
and captured by that sparkle in your eye,
I never stood a chance.
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