His soft touch,
His deep grey eyes,
His heart melting smile,
And make-believe lies.
The way he talked,
Day and night,
About our future,
Not so bright.
His presence,
Breath taking presence,
His utter words of love,
And make-believe lies.
The way he left,
Forgotten the rest,
What the hell did I do?
You pest !
Other than his lies,
And his smile,
Only then did I say,
Baby, you're mine !
Now that he is gone,
I sit back on my chair,
Thinking why'd I love him,
And his make-believe lies !
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
His soft touch,
His deep grey eyes,
His heart melting smile,
And make-believe lies.
The way he talked,
Day and night,
About our future,
Not so bright.
His presence,
Breath taking presence,
His utter words of love,
And make-believe lies.
The way he left,
Forgotten the rest,
What the hell did I do?
You pest !
Other than his lies,
And his smile,
Only then did I say,
Baby, you're mine !
Now that he is gone,
I sit back on my chair,
Thinking why'd I love him,
And his make-believe lies !
